There was a lot of things Harry and Draco had in common.
They both liked riding their brooms, flying as fast as they could and feeling the air ruffle up in their hair.
They were both cunning and determined, often leading them to argue about small stuff.
They both hated the war and what it had done to them and the people they loved.
There was however one thing Harry could, which Draco just couldn't.
Draco couldn't cook.
"Put away your wand" Harry instructed Draco as he once again pulled it out to make it easier.
"But it's so much easier to use my wand" he complained and Harry stirred in the melted chocolate, giving him a short kiss to shut him up.
"Close your eyes" he told him, and the blonde closed his eyes, pursing his lips slightly as he wasn't sure he liked it. Harry just kissed him again, "Relax" he said and picked up a strawberry from the bowl besides the oven.
"Open your mouth" he said and a bit hesitant, the pale lips parted and the white skin on the nose wrinkled slightly as the blonde young man didn't know what to expect.
Harry dipped the strawberry in the melted chocolate from the pan on the stove.
The tip of the blood red strawberry was covered in a thin layer of dark brown chocolate which stiffened almost instantly against the cold strawberry, as Harry moved the strawberry towards his boyfriends mouth.
"Take a bite" he said and Draco's pearly white teeth sunk into the red strawberry just in front of Harry's fingertips.
A smile spread across Draco's lips as he tasted the chocolate covered strawberry and he opened his eyes, "It's delicious" he said and placed a kiss on the shorter man nose, leaving some of the chocolate that covered his pale lips, on the sunburned skin of Harry's now wrinkled nose.