After all evidence of influenza leaving Ginny, Blaise, and Draco, things were pretty much back to normal. Except for the absence of Draco in Ginny and Blaise's flat. Of course, it had only been about a week, but they were already getting lonely.

"Blaise, I'm gonna go visit Drakie for a bit," Ginny yelled from her room to Blaise, who was grabbing something from the hall closet, "So feel free to do whatever."

She popped out of the room and stared at Blaise. He was on top of the vacuum, trying to reach the top shelf. Ginny wasn't sure why he didn't just summon whatever he was trying to reach. And that reminded her—she summoned the cook book and grabbed it as it came flying down the hall.

"Okay, then, Ginny… I'll see you when you get home," he responded in a strained voice. He was standing on the tips of his toes and his fingers were barely scraping the top shelf.

"Bye."

The loud pop from Ginny apparating made Blaise fall off the vacuum. He just lay back against the wall, not feeling up to getting off the floor and trying again.

Ginny was now standing at the big oak door. This time, instead of a house elf answering the door, it was Draco. He barely had any clothes on, and Ginny giggled. One sock, boxers with a big heart on the butt, and a pink beanie made Draco look like a true ladies man.

"Mr. Malfoy, may I just say you look terrific."

"Up yours, ho. You know you can't resist my new boxers."

"I prefer the ones that are covered in light pink rhinestones."

"Well, those are nice, too."

"You betcha."

"Would you like to come in for some... tea, coffee, hot cocoa, sex?"

"What was that last one?" she asked, plastering a twisted smile on her face.

"Hot cocoa?" he suggested. "I might have said sex. Same thing."

"Actually, I have a better suggestion. Let's make cookies." She held out the cook book, followed by a giggle.

"We'll make cookies, but only if I can wear these hot pants." He patted his own butt.

"Okay, but promise you won't take them off."

"Deal."

Ten minutes later, Ginny was sitting on the counter ordering Draco around.

"Cream of tartar."

"Got it."

"Baking powder."

"Got it."

"Flour."

"Got it."

"Sugar."

"Got it."

And so on with the rest of the ingredients.

"Draco, put all the powdery ingredients in a bowl, excluding the sugar and mix them a little. I'm going to mix the butter, sugar, eggs, and milk."

"Ginny, don't you need the cook book?" Draco asked, looking terribly confused.

"I've made these 1000 times. The only reason I brought the book was for you to pick out a recipe to make," she informed him, carelessly dropping two sticks of butter into a big bowl.

"Oh." He picked up the book and flipped to 'Snickerdoodles'. Draco had never even heard of Snickerdoodles, and the sole reason he picked these cookies was because the name of them was so ridiculous.

After dropping a whole lot of flour and baking soda on the floor, Draco had finally assembled the bowl of powder and slid it along the bar counter to the bigger bowl, which was right next to the stove.

Ginny took a sip out of the jug of milk. "Hello, Draco."

"Hello, Ginevra."

"Thank you, dear," she said, grabbing the bowl. She pushed the mix of powder into the bowl with her hand, seeming not to care that there were measuring cups right next to her thigh, since she was sitting on the counter.

"Hold on, penis, I want to go put on a shirt. I'm freezing." Draco walked out of the kitchen and into his room. He walked into the closet, and looked through his t-shirts. Yes, the Bat Man shirt or Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. Bat Man would do. He slipped the big t-shirt on and pulled on fresh socks. He slid down the hallway on his new pair of socks, nearly knocking into a little table with a bowl of glass fruit. He tripped into the kitchen and slid into Ginny's chest.

"Draco, would you mind telling me why your face is in my boobs?" She jabbed him in the neck with a perfectly manicured finger. Blaise had painted them the night before.

"I thought they were my socks," he explained in a muffled voice.

"As long as you promise to stop trying to suffocate yourself in my boobs, I'll still love you." She pulled his head up and he giggled. Ginny kissed him.

"You taste like Snickerdoodles."