Harry was having a horrible day.
He'd been called in early to the Auror's office for an impromptu staff meeting and missed breakfast. Harry loved breakfast, each morning he and Draco would sit down for scrambled eggs and pancakes, Draco would fuss that Harry wasn't eating enough and force a second helping on him.
Sitting though the meeting was a nightmare, and Harry spent it thinking of his boyfriend sulking in the kitchen all by himself.
When he left half an hour latter his stomach grumbled in protest, but Harry knew he had a full day ahead of him and couldn't eat till lunch time.
The morning was spent chasing a gang of fraudsters who'd been selling various potions, from 'wart away' to 'stubborn stain remover' non of which were what they said they were, and a call out to a robbery on Diagon Ally meant he'd worked straight though lunch.
Fortunately, the afternoon found him doing paper work and he managed to bribe a cauldron cake off one of his collogues. But after a full day of running around and no morning eggs, it was hardly enough.
Apparating home that evening, Harry's mood was abysmal. The prospect of having to cook dinner was not a welcome one, he just wanted to have a shower and go to bed.
Walking in through the back door Harry spotted Draco drifting from the kitchen to the dinning room.
OK, maybe a ilittle/i cuddling before sleep.
Taking off his travelling robe and work shoes, Harry caught a tempting aroma waft past him, standing up Harry sniffed the air again and followed his nose all the way to the dinning room were Draco sat at the table.
Spread out before him was the miraculous site of a full English roast.
"Draco?" He asked in wonder.
"You missed breakfast." He replied simply with a nonchalant shrug.
Tears of shear relief welled in the corners of his eyes, and without another word he sat down and ate. Not caring what he looked like, Harry tucked in, happily devouring potato, Yorkshire pud and roast beef. It was only after Draco refilled his plate that Harry noticed he wasn't eating himself. Swallowing a mouthful of broccoli Harry asked him why.
"I've already eaten" He replied with a smile.
"Erm... you don't cook" Harry remembered suddenly. With a belly full of food he was feeling much better and thinking again.
"No" Draco said tersely "but I can order take-out you know, I'm not completely useless"
Harry coughed around a large piece of potato.
"I didn't mean that!"
"No matter, you can show me your gratitude after you've finished."
Draco winked, got up and headed to the bed room, unbuttoning his shirt on the way.
Eyes wide and stomach full, Harry finished the remainder of his meal rather quickly after that and hurried after.