Ginger bread men.
Disclaimer: wish I owned them, just like you do. But alas Rowling got to them first.
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Ginger bread men, I wonder why they're called that- beside the obvious that is.
Hmm, they look so much like him it's strange or maybe not as I baked them like this.
The white color of the baking sugar I sprinkled on the dough looks quite lovely, makes me want to lick it all up before biting through.
White- your skin is so pale, it's like you were never in the sun when you were young, not like I'm one to talk. Is that why you insist we go on hikes every Saturday morning?
I look at the golden outline of the white sugared cookie. The colors always matched well, it makes it look eternal.
Gold- you were always the golden boy; so brave, so smart, so noble. It's like your aura was painted at birth. I always admired how it suits you.
I don't like the buttons I created, so dark with no color at all.
Black- of whom I was so jealous of because you loved him more than you'll ever love me. Was- because I remember you calling me a fool and promising forever if I'll let you stay. As if I would throw you out.
No one told me if cookies wear hats, especially big red ones with a pompon on top. I think it's cute but you'll never hear me say it out loud.
Red- you always wore your house colors with pride even when the red made your skin look pale. Did you know that that's the same shade of your cheeks when you blush?
The green that I chose for the eyes is perfect though to anyone else it will look like two green spots on a cookie's face.
Green- because I love your eyes, they make your face look younger. The windows to your soul which you lovingly gave to me. I wonder if you know that when you're angry they glow almost as bright as the killing curse. As if you could kill anyone.
What I love the most, though, is the mouth. It isn't fancy or unique. A simple smile any two year old with a brush could paint, except mine is pink.
Pink- you bite your lips a lot, especially when you're nervous. It makes you look properly snogged. Do you know that I always get jealous every time I catch sight of you like that?
"Draco? What are you doing?" a voice called right before I felt arms circling my waist.
"Just making ginger bread cookies." I answered with a smile, looking at the fresh batch that just came out of the oven.
"They look like me." Harry stated before he stole one and bit its head off.
I smiled and laughed at his antics. "I thought I told you already- you're so sweet I just want to eat you up."
I gave him a quick kiss to stifle his giggles and he grinned. "I'm in the mood for some Xmes cheer, shall we go upstairs?"
Hmm, I pondered as we both lay on the bed a few hours later, perhaps granger was right, baking cookies isn't so bad.
The end.