Muffins

Harry swore. He was in the middle of baking his favorite banana muffins when a loud knocking on the door disrupted him. Grumbling he wiped the flour on his apron, yes apron (pink to be exact) and proceeded to open the door.

"What do you w-!" Harry grumbled and then realized whom it was he was talking to. "MALFOY!" His jaw dropped open as he let this new information sink in when Malfoy broke the silence.

"Potter, OMFM! You've got to be fucking kidding me..."

"What's the matter there Malfoy? Harry sneered, actually sneered at Malfoy and was about to shut the door on him and go back to his precious muffins.

Draco let out a lingering sigh "Can I borrow two cups of flour?"

Harry wheeled around, "You, the great slytherin price came all the way here to ask me to borrow flour?"

"No you dolt!...still as slow as ever I see, it so magically happens that I just had to face the unpleasantness of finding out that you are my neighbor when I knocked on this very door" he gave the door a light tap, "and saw your annoying face... and what's up with the pink apron? Somebody finally showing their true colors?" He let out a snort.

"N..n...neighbor!?"

"Yes you blubbering humdinger, now can I have that flour or should I go to the neighbor on the other side?"

Harry seemed to have stepped out of a trance. "Yes yes, one moment, you can step inside if you want I just need to check on my muffins first." He turned on heel and rather girlishly ran back to check on his muffins.

Malfoy stepped inside the house carefully, "Might be a trap" he thought gingerly yet nothing came. No spells, no snakes or dancing monkeys, all was good. The smell of banana wafted to his nose...mmm... banana was his favorite flavor. Awkwardly he leaned against the wall, this was the first time since the war the two had met and that was nearly four years ago. he suspected the room to be filled with gryffindor colors yet was shocked once again. The walls were a mix of a very nice pale green and yellow and the furniture had a welcoming antique look to it. What the bloody hell was taking potter so long? Malfoy let out a snort of annoyance.

"AHHHH!!" he let out a high pitched scream that echoed loudly through the building. something was crawling, or slithering up his leg! he shook his leg fiercely trying to get the snake (for that's what it was) off doing some sort of jig.

harry ran into the room perplexed looking at the scene before him. "SERISA!" This time it was Harry that squealed in panic. He dived for Malfoy plucking the green snake off of him. The snake wrapped herself around Harry's arm as Harry shot draco a look filled with pure hatred. "Are you okay baby?" Harry cooed. / Did mean old Malfoy hurt you my pretty baby, don't worry, daddy's here now and will make him pay. Want an extra mouse for dinner today my beautiful Seirisa?/ Seirisa nodded and let Harry pat her head soothingly.

Meanwhile Malfoy was watching this exchange in absolute confusion... and amazement. He had almost forgotten that harry spoke parseltongue. Harry laid Seirisa down on the floor and let her slither into his room. On her way she hissed loud threats to malfoy that only harry could understand. Draco gulped, he hoped the snake, what was her name again? Seirisa right, wasn't poisonous. Draco turned back to face Harry only to find the man an inch from himself, glaring, oh Salazar, if only looks could kill... Malfoy carefully studied Potters profile. He seemed to have grown more yet under his apron it looked as if he was still in shape, not getting fat after all those muffins... hair still as messy as ever. The only thing that didn't seemed to have changed were his eyes, yes they always looked like that when Harry was in a passion, usually anger if the look was directed at Malfoy. That is why he seemed to recognize the oncoming danger yet as he pondered there was something else hidden in that look, but what? Draco zoned back in to realize Potter was yelling at him.

"...one visit from you and my world is upside down! In half an hour you've managed to almost kill Seirisa, I burnt my muffins and you have the nerve to ask me for flour!" harry was panting with anger, but not wanting to do something he would regret, or more likely Hermione would kill him for later, he took a step back and put his hands on his hips.

"I'm guessing thats a no to the flour then? I guess I'll be getting out of your way now." Draco turned to leave, he really didn't want to be killed in Potters house at this moment...

"No wait," Harry sighed, " I may be angry but I'm not that big of a git, be back in a moment with that flour." harry turned around to get the flour coming back in what seemed to be an instant and roughly handed it to Malfoy.

"Thanx" Draco let out a small smile that very few people got to see and went back to his house.

Next Morning

Harry grumbled as he shuffled his feet towards the door. The nerve of some people to call at this time of the morning! He opened the door to find no one standing there. Typical, Harry sighed but just as he was going to close the door he noticed the basket laying there. "This better not be some child..." he thought grimly. There was a note.

Sorry about the muffins

-DM

Harry opened up the lid to find a dozen or so banana muffins inside. A small grin played on his face, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all...