DISCLAIMER: I still do not own Harry Potter I'm just borrowing the characters for a bit.
Draco decided that pancakes where a good idea. Granted he had no idea how to make them and he was sure eggs where needed but he didn't have any of those. I may have been nine pm on a week night but that wasn't about to stop Draco Malfoy. He decided to go to next-doors and ask to borrow some eggs. Borrow was a strange way of putting it, he sure wasn't giving the eggs back. But that was beside the point.
Slipping some shoes on, Draco left the warmth of his flat to go to the next apartment along in his quest to make pancakes at a stupid time of the night. Draco lifted a pale fist and knocked gently on the door of number twelve. He only just realised how late it as when the owner of the apartment opened the door wearing pyjamas. He also realised that this might have been a mistake when the door revealed a black-haired bespectacled man with emerald green eyes.
Shit, this was Harry Potter's apartment. Draco, not wanting to back down now, asked, "Potter can I borrow some eggs, please? It's just, I really want to make pancakes."
Harry regarded him wearily, "Really, Malfoy? At nine thirty pm, on a week night, you want to- wait, do you even know how to make pancakes?"
"Umm, actually, no I don't." Draco frowned, maybe being a Malfoy and having everything done for you wasn't quite such a great thing after all.
"Come on, I'll help you." Harry volunteered, putting some shoes on and grabbing the eggs and his keys.
"Oh, okay then." Draco said, brightly, "I only live next door."
HPDM
A good two hours later, and a great deal of flour and a lot of, "Potter!" and "Seriously? The great Draco Malfoy doesn't know how to cook anything?", Draco had successfully made pancakes, with rather a lot of help and quite a few failed attempts on Draco's part.
"That wasn't so bad, now was it Draco?" Harry leaned back into Draco's sofa, holding a glass of wine in one hand and Draco Malfoy's hand in the other.
"Mmmh." Draco mumbled, contentedly laying his head on Harry's shoulder.
"Since pancakes are the only thing you can cook and I've had a lot of experience cooking for my relatives, why don't I come over and teach you how to cook every day?"
"That sounds great, Harry." Draco mumbled, smiling wider and finally falling asleep with a sappy grin on his face. Harry leaned down and kissed him gently on the mouth, apparently pancakes and Draco Malfoy where a brilliant combination.