an: part four. please don't favourite without leaving a review! :)
for Ro.
"So what goes in with the flour?"
Lucy paused in her gathering of ingredients, looking over to where Albus stood gazing dumbly at a large bowl of flour. "Albus, I thought you said you knew how to make gingerbread."
"I do! It's just… been a while?"
Lucy laughed, lining the rest of the ingredients up on the counter before going to help Albus. "You need to sift in the bicarbonate of soda, the salt, and of course all the spices and flavours."
She began to show him how it was done, sweeping her hair to the side before she started. As she explained to him how she was sifting the ingredients, Al was shamelessly not listening or watching her hands, because he had an excellent view of her swan neck and her profile. Lucy had unusually tanned skin for a Weasley, as well as a freckle-free complexion and rich brown curls, which made sure she wasn't recognisable as a Weasley. Albus was grateful for this, because it meant that it was easier for him to stare at her like this. Like she wasn't a Weasley and wasn't related to him.
"Earth to Albus. Anybody home?
"Yes, he's home and ready to gingerbread! … I mean, uhm, when's the gingerbread done?"
Lucy blinked. "Uh, it's not. We need to actually make it before we put it in the oven." She tapped her nose twice. "Sshh, it's our best kept secret."
"Oh." Albus went red, turning away. "So what can I do?"
He assisted Lucy in preparing the gingerbread – or rather, she made it and he asked questions, then went crazy when he got to cut the shapes out and delighted in creating an extended family, complete with five pets, a designer apartment with an en suite bathroom and a 'Loudy' ("Audi", Lucy corrected him quickly). They finally got the gingerbread in the oven with minimal burns on Albus' part and maximum amount of flour covering themselves and the kitchen.
"You haven't made gingerbread before, have you, Al?" Lucy said, fixing him with a knowing smile.
"Yes, actually, I have."
"How old were you?"
"… Three."
"Uh huh. Don't worry, I forgive you for being completely useless," Lucy shrugged, leaning against the kitchen table.
"I wasn't completely useless!" Albus protested, walking closer to Lucy until he was pressed up against her, arms either side of her with hands resting on the table. "Besides, it gave me a chance to be with you all afternoon."
Lucy chose to ignore this last statement and instead smirked up at him, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Prove to me you're not useless, then."
Albus didn't need telling twice. Without hesitation, he leaned down to wrap his arms around her waist and kiss her.
Needless to say, the gingerbread was more than a little burnt ("My Loudy! No!") by the time Albus and Lucy actually remembered it was there.