Harry Potter had a thin smile on his face, a taut one that said, "Just watch."

Draco Malfoy, nee Weasley, had never actually watched anyone cook (open kitchens were not in style in Wizarding establishments). So, he as well as his Potions Master watched as Harry began to beat the eggs, turning them frothy, and then into yellow-white ribbons. Draco had never seen the like. Potions ingredients were things you chopped, crushed, or ground - not ... this.

Harry took up the saucepan, spreading the warming butter across the entirety of the bottom, by rotating it, and letting the butter drip down. That Eldest of theirs watched Potter work with an intensity that was nearly unnerving.j

Harry splashed down the eggs, and started to stir them, pushing them into a high plateau in the middle of the pan.

It looked really complicated, Draco thought, trying to nourish a new appreciation for House Elves (Hermione would be proud) - it was just so hard. If they didn't act like such lickspittle cowards, he could have easily respected them. After all, he respected Severus Snape, and how different was this from Potions, when it came down to it?

The eggmass was starting to look shiny, Draco thought, watching Potter's hands move, sliding egg from the edges towards the middle.

Draco could feel the intensity of Professor Snape's gaze from behind him - it felt like a harbinger, Death's first missionary come to see the one who was about to die. Draco found this thought rather excessively morbid, but Snape had always been the dour sort, prone to anger... and this glare felt like rage. Draco wouldn't ever want Snape to be that upset with him - to be honest, a scrap with Snape would probably end up with Draco flat as paste on the floor.

Potter added the peppers, red powdered, and the chunks of the crunchy sort. Then he flipped half the eggs over the filling, and skillfully flipped the entire half-moon onto a plate. Setting the pan down for a moment (and reducing the heat), he gave a bow to the old goblin, and said, "Your omelette."

The old goblin showed her lack of manners by digging in straight off. Draco paused, forced himself to reconsider, "Must this be eaten instantly?"

Potter heard him, his hands already busying themselves whipping the next batch of eggs, "No, it's best served hot, but I've eaten them half-cold myself, and they're fine." Draco heard the grimace in Potter's voice, Now why does he sound so mulish?

Potter continued cooking, serving up an omelette to Ron, and then Hermione, and then an extremely hostile Snape - his dark eyes burned with suppressed fury. Draco wasn't sure he'd have served Potion Master Snape in that sort of mood. No food was flung back in Potter's face, so it was a rather uneventful choice. This time.

Potter finally finished with his own, sitting down outside the kitchen, as the old goblin smiled toothily at him and said, "Not bad."]

"Thank you," Potter responded, as the humans awkwardly dug into their food, the old goblin studying them bite for bite.

Draco made sure to eat slowly, and carefully. He wasn't used to Weasley's gangly arms, after all. "Thank you, this is delicious," he said to Potter, whose eyes seemed to sparkle as he nodded at Draco.

Indeed, everyone concluded that it was delicious, though Draco could only tell that about Snape because of his distinct lack of commentary. That was typical, however, Snape hated giving compliments, even when deserved. He'd always said to Draco, "Wouldn't want your head to get any bigger." That had always seemed funny to Draco, as Snape had a truly large head (along with an outsize nose), and Draco's had always been rather small.

[a/n: Snape is so going to make Potter pay for this. Reviews, as always, are delicious!]