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Prompt: Cookies
Draco hummed along with the radio as he worked. He flipped the mixing bowl upside down on the counter, then began rolling out the dough he'd flipped out of it.
He started humming along with a Weird Sisters hit while he did, smiling to himself for no apparent reason.
He finished rolling out the dough and began cutting it into shapes with a cookie cutter. He placed the cookies on a tray to be baked. Dozens of little stars were soon lined up along the tray, and his smile grew broader.
He placed the tray in the oven, heaved a sigh, and settled down to wait. After a moment, he got up and cranked the radio. He began dancing around the kitchen, shimmying his hips and attempting to moonwalk.
It was to that sight that Harry Potter came home – Draco Malfoy, wearing a frilly apron, with flour dusting his hands, the edge of his nose, and all through his white-blond hair, dancing around the kitchen singing at the top of his lungs to the Wizarding Wireless Network, and waving a spatula around.
He stood and stared at the entrance to the kitchen in amazement. He grinned, wanting to laugh but not wanting to alert the blond to his presence just yet.
Draco turned and crowed out the final lyrics to the song that was playing, when he caught sight of Harry. His grey eyes met Harry's green, and they went wide as saucers.
"Hi, Harry," squeaked Draco in a higher-than-normal voice. Harry couldn't take it anymore. The messy-haired brunet burst out laughing so hard he doubled over.
"You're home early," said Draco in a more normal tone, one that suggested Harry had arrived home early with the express intention of witnessing Draco make a spectacle of himself.
"I thought I'd surprise you," Harry gasped, wiping tears from his eyes. "What on Earth were you doing, Draco?"
"Making cookies," came the sheepish response. "To surprise you."