PROMPT: The following must be included but may be in any order.
"You're still here…and you're making pancakes?"
Red silk boxers
Feathers
Wooden spoon
And it was at that exact moment that the power went back on.
182 Richmond Avenue
London
1st May 2006
The pounding in her temple roused her from her heavy slumber. Eyes peeling open slowly, her mind tried to process her surroundings. She was not in her bedroom. Or, judging by the uncomfortable dull ache that came from the cushion pressing into the small of her back, was she in in a bed. Her confused mind tried to establish a reference point for the dead weight pressed down on her hip. The pounding seeped round to her forehead and eyes as the light coming in from the window induced the threatening migraine. Groaning inwardly she cast her eyes about the room. She did not need this. Not today, of all days.
Seeing the painting above the fireplace and the photos of her friends she felt a slight wave of relief that she was at least in her own home and not one of the countless one night stands she had picked up in the Muggle bars of south west London ever since she had come home to find Ron in bed with Pansy. The wave of relief did not last however, as it turned to slight nausea as she glanced down at the debris of the previous night's debauchery.
A mosaic of memories of hot kisses, delicious touches and keening cries flashed across her psyche as she noted the evidence: Black feathers, empty bottles of Ogden's finest, a black silk mask and two silk cords were strewn across the rug that she had woken up on. Her mind focused on the dead weight on her hip as a groan beside her broke her confused reverie. Turning, she felt mortification rise like bile from the pit of her stomach as she looked at the blonde mop of hair that was now pressed to her right breast. She felt her skin dampen as lips pressed into her flesh, muffling the sounds of the man as he regained consciousness. Despite the fact that age and sunlight from warmer climates had darkened the strands to a softer shade of blonde, the recognition was immediate. Glancing down she cringed at the sight of the red silk boxers he wore and for a moment she wondered if the sleeping self styled Slytherin Prince had in fact all this time been a closet Gryffindor-she had always pegged him to be an Emerald boxers kind of guy.
Slipping out from under his grasp, she grabbed at the the old threadbare blanket that lay on the sofa and wrapped it round her naked form as she scrambled to her feet. Glancing down she felt any shred of dignity she had left disintegrate as the now semi conscious Malfoy grinned up at her.
"Morning, Granger" he began "This is…"
"Horrifying, mortifying on so many levels" she nervously chuckled. "Listen, I'm going for a shower and when I get back, you won't be here, so…"
Draco chuckled at her embarrassed expression.
"Look, we don't have to do the thing"
"What thing?" he asked, genuinely confused but finding her state endearing, if a little amusing. "We can do anything you like" he smirked.
Frowning at the obvious implication she continued "Well normally at the end of a date you exchange names and details and then someone say's I will call you. But I already know your name, and I dont want your details and I am not going to call you"
Draco shrugged rolling onto his back.
"Well goodbye" she told him before padding out to the bathroom.
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Steam filled the bathroom as she stepped out of the shower and she grabbed a soft purple Egyptian cotton towel from the caddy next to the cubical wrapping it around her tightly. She could have done without this today of all days. She was starting a new job at a firm recommended by someone Ginny new. A new office near the Leaky Cauldron but in Muggle London. Since the war, many firms had started to branch out into Muggle technologies with much encouragement from the Ministry who provided big grants to companies looking to bridge between the two worlds.
Ginny had been passed the 1190gsm gold embossed silk business card to her last week and suggested she call them as the CEO was looking for a new Personal Assistant. The secretary answered and hired her immediately after just a few moments conversing on the other line with him. She was due to start today but she was still a little unsure as to what her role would be or infact what Bad Faith Industries actually did. It was a little perturbing to say the least but Ginny had promised that she and Harry would meet her for lunch and would extract her if necessary from any untoward occurrences.
Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she looked for evidence that would betray the previous night's encounter. Relieved to find none existed, she began applying light, natural looking make-up to help boost her confidence. Moving to the bedroom she pulled a light cream silk blouse and navy pencil skirt from her closet and placed them on the bed. She opened her draw, pulling out a cream camisole and with a light chuckle of irony, she took out her matching Emerald coloured silk underwear. Her mind's eye returning to the red silk boxers, she thought that while he might be in denial of his closet Gryffindor tendencies, she had come to appreciate her own hidden Slytherin streak. She noted the time: 8:15am. Picking up the business card from her dresser, she smoothed her finger over the gold embossed letters and wondered, not for the first time, what lay in store. Slipping the card into her purse, she dressed, deciding to stop off at Starbucks for a Frappuccino. She had recently discovered that if you asked for a Creme Frappuccino base, 3 pumps of caramel syrup, 3 pumps of toffee nut syrup and for it to be topped with caramel drizzle, it tasted remarkably like Butterbeer.
Slipping her navy kitten heels onto her feet, she stole a glance at the mirror and gave herself a small nod of approval before opening the door. Hearing clattering sounds, she screwed up her face as she made her way in the direction they came from. She was startled to find Malfoy in her kitchen, her normally pristine island countertop in disarray, with eggs, flour and a batter covered wooden spoon.
"You're still here…and you're making pancakes?" she asked, unable to shake the surrealness that crept up on her.
Flipping the pancake onto a plate he grinned "Yep."
She frowned. She wasn't used to this. Normally the blokes she brought back from bars would be more than happy to be gone by the time she had finished in the shower. But this wasn't some Muggle. This was Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy who was now flipping pancakes in her kitchen as though it were a common occurrence.
As she opened her mouth to speak, he seized his opportunity and she was shocked to feel him thrust a fork into her mouth. Her senses were assaulted by the morsel of pancake he had popped onto her tongue and she wondered when she had tasted something so heavenly before. He flashed her a seductive smile as he brushed a loose curl behind her ear, his fingers brushing against that sweet spot below her earlobe as her mind flashbacked to him sucking there last night much to her very vocal delight. Her arousal tingled and she felt the unmistakable dampening of her knickers as she privately wondered if pancakes could ever be considered erotic.
"Listen Granger, it's just breakfast" he whispered "thought you might like a good meal to set you ready for your first day."
Confused, she frowned and tried to remember if she had told him last night.
He grabbed his jacket and fixed his tie as she continued to stare dumbfounded at him.
Laughing at her expression, he pressed a quick chaste kiss to her cheek and was gone in a flash of green flames from her fireplace before she could react.
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A/N: Opening scene is inspired by Greys Anatomy, Season 1, Episode 1: A Hard Days Night.
Starbucks Butterbeer Here's the recipe (for a grande): Ask for a Creme Frappuccino base. Don't skimp on the fat by asking for skim or 2% milk as whole milk is required for the right consistency Add 3 pumps of caramel syrup Add 3 pumps of toffee nut syrup Top with caramel drizzleRecipe found on