Written for: The Christmas Collection Competition on the HPFC forum

Prompt: #39 (food) Turkey

Pairing: fem!Harry/Draco

December 4th, 1999

Saturday

"Harry, love? What are you doing?"

Draco stares at his girlfriend from the entranceway of the kitchen, as she bustles about in the kitchen, a recipe book in her hand. It's only seven am, and Draco had kind of been hoping to have some morning sex with his unbelievably hot girlfriend.

Of course, if he voices this out, she'd make him wash vessels or do the laundry, or give him some extra chores. He still can't believe the fact that they're living together in this tiny Muggle apartment of hers.

And she refuses to hire a house-elf, even though they both work full-time.

"I'm practising making turkey."

He almost doesn't hear what she says, because he's too busy appreciating how cute her derriere looks in an apron.

"Turkey? Why?" he asks, puzzled. Where did that come from? What happened to the normal Saturday pizza brunch?

She stops mixing whatever it is that she's mixing, and looks at him with her green eyes wide open. It's not really a glare, but it's a look of suspicion. Like she's trying to figure out something.

But he's more interested in what she's wearing. A full sleeved shirt of his, with the sleeves pulled up to her elbows and the first few buttons open. She's wearing a baby pink apron that he never knew she owned. And even though the apron falls to her knees, blocking her bare upper legs, he knows that his shirt falls only to the middle of her thighs. He can picture it so well.

"Draco? Why do you sound surprised? I mean, you were the one who did the grocery this week," she asks as her right eye twitches in an attempt to not narrow her eyes.

It doesn't help that all his blood has rushed elsewhere, somewhere south.

"Draco?" she asks, and he notices that her eyes have narrowed, just a bit. He can't just tell her that he makes the Manor's house-elf do the grocery, can he? She'd have an apoplectic fit, and he'd have to sleep on the couch tonight.

Really, he uses Twinky only for their own good. If he were to do the grocery shopping, they'd both probably end up being poisoned.

"Of course I did. I just thought it was for Yule."

"Oh, it is!"she cries out, waving her hands. Her hands are covered with white flour, and she looks adorable. She rubs her nose and now, there's a smudge of flour on the tip of her nose. She looks doubly adorable.

And this adorable creature is all his.

"Yule is more than twenty days away, Harry," he says slowly. Does she plan to preserve the turkey for the family Yule dinner by putting a stasis charm on it?

"I know! I'm practising!"

Draco stares at her, even more confused than before. Why would she want to practise making turkey?

"Why?"

"Well, this is the first time we're hosting Yule dinner, and I don't want anything to go wrong. I don't want your mother to hate me."

Draco smiles at what she says, because really, how can he not?

She's practising because she's worried Mother would hate her?

He feels like he's falling in love with her once again.

Because this beautiful creature, beautiful not just on the outside, but also on the inside, is all his.

He walks up to her and takes her face in his hands gently. He blows the hair that falls on her forehead away, before kissing her on her scar.

She doesn't know that Mother loves her.

She doesn't know that Mother in fact gave him the Malfoy engagement ring just last night, telling him to marry his wonderful girlfriend as soon as possible, before others steal her away from him.

She doesn't know that Mother would still love her even if she were the worst cook on the planet, which she is not.

"You know that I love you, right?" he asks, as she wraps her arms around his neck. She's probably getting flour all over his bare back, but it doesn't matter. He can possibly talk her into having a shower with him later.

"Yeah, but-"

He interrupts her saying, "You know my mother loves me, right?"

"Yeah, but-"

He interrupts once again, "You know that my mother loves you, right?"

"What? Really? She does?" she asks, her eyes full of emotions he can't entirely decipher. He knows she's insecure about accepting love. He knows she's scared he'll walk away or leave her behind. He knows that she can't believe that anyone can like her for who she is.

She'll probably believe him only if she sees the ring that's currently hidden in his sock drawer. Which reminds him- he should probably do the laundry till he finds the perfect moment to ask her, or he should change the hiding place.

"Yeah, she does. She's scared I'll do something to hurt you, because of which you'll leave me."

"I'll never leave you, Draco. I might get mad at you, I might yell at you, hell, I might even fight with you just for the sake of fighting, but I'll never leave you. I'll do it only if you ever ask me to," she says fiercely, her eyes shining.

"I'll never want you to leave. And I'll never leave either. I love you too much," he says, before crashing his lips onto hers. She responds just as passionately and he's hopeful that he'll get his much wanted (and needed) round of morning sex, when she pulls away, cussing.

"Holy fuck."

That's when he notices that something's burning on the stove. She jumps away from him and rushes to the stove.

"Merlin, no! I've burnt the pork. My stuffing's ruined."

He tries to hold back a sigh. It looks like he won't get his morning sex, today.

May be if he helps her out, he'll get some afternoon sex?

He summons a t-shirt from their room, before going over to help, smirking.

Word Count: 996 (I'm cutting it close, haha.)

AN:

As far as I know, flour isn't used while making turkey for Christmas. But I just couldn't picture Harriet without flour on her nose.

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