The Little Voices

After explaining why he wanted to use the kitchen, the House Elves were happy to supply Harry with anything he needed; now all he had to do was use it.

"Today?" Hermione asked from her position in Harry's bed.

Harry nodded.

"So what's the plan?" Hermione asked.

Hermione had come in this morning when the boys had been dressing, ignoring the squeaking and protesting, the brainy witch had flopped onto Harry's bed and stayed there until all of the boys save for Harry had shuffled uncomfortably out.

"I decided to start with dessert, with a note saying it's from me" Harry said as he straightened his unruly hair in front of the mirror.

Don't know why you even bother with it, it never stays right for long….see.

Harry glared at his hair that refused to do right, before turning to look at his friend.

"I'm going to making it during my free period, its right before dinner, so it'll be fresh"

"What some company?" Hermione then asked, having the same free period and curious as to what her friend was going to make.

"Sure"

After Harry was ready the two headed down to the Common Room, where Ron was waiting, the three then headed to breakfast. The moment they entered the hall Harry felt familiar eyes on him.

He's looking at us! He's looking at us!

Quick sway your hips while going over to the table, and for the love of Merlin, don't trip!

He tripped.

"You okay?" Ron asked as he helped his friend up.

"Yeah" Harry mumbled cheeks red from both embarrassment and the quiet snickering from the other students.

"It was a nice try" Hermione said as they sat down, "you just needed a little more sway and a little less tilt, that's why you fell"

"How did you—never mind" Harry said as he snagged a piece of toast, "I forgot, you know everything"

Hermione giggled as she plated some pancakes.

Or she could be an alien.

That, or God, I mean, God is supposed to know everything.

"I don't think God would put me in a skirt and try to buy me a vibrator" Harry said.

A passing Ravenclaw gives him an odd look.

You have a point there, maybe she's a god, I'm thinking Greek they have some kinky stuff going on.

I vote for Athena!

I say Aphrodite, or maybe she's a mixer of both, ask her if she's their lovechild.

"Mione, the voices want to know if you're the love child of the Greek goddesses Athena and Aphrodite" Harry said around his mouthful of toasted bread, on his right Seamus choked on his orange juice.

Hermione paused in thought before shrugging.

After breakfast, the three headed for their first class, no sooner had he sat down and the Professor came in, did he suddenly felt restless. His mind shooting off all kind of recipes.

We know nuts are out, the Elves says he doesn't like them.

And what about other meals besides desserts?

"One thing at a time" Harry mumbled under his breathe, "let's see how the deserts goes first"

"Did you say something Mr. Potter?"

"No Professor"

Finally, finally, with what felt like an eternity both Hermione and Harry left their last class and headed to the kitchen; they were greeted by excited Elves who ushered them over Harry's own private kitchen complete with full stocked cabinets and an island.

"Wow" Harry said impressed.

"You didn't have to do this" Hermione told the Elves.

"We wanted to" said one of the Elves.

"But—"

"Hermione just leave it alone" Harry said as he looked through the cabinets, pulling out the ingredients he needed, "remember what happened last time?"

The brainy witch winced before sitting down on the stool that was placed near the island, and after accepting an offer for dinner, Hermione watched Harry cook.

The Boy-Who-Lived, after placing the ingredients on the counters (and double checking the recipe book he had made back when he started his cooking experiments and kept on him at all times incase inspiration hits) along with anything else he needed, washed his hands. Once they were dry, he started measuring.

He was making his Chocolate Chip Brownies.

"You're melting the butter?" Hermione asked as her friend did just that.

"And some chocolate, it'll give it a richer taste" Harry said, as he prepared said chocolate, slicing the bars.

Once the chocolate was done, and the butter had cooled, he added both of them to the mixture of sugar, cocoa, eggs and vanilla he had done earlier, as he mixed with one hand he added the measured flour and salt with the other; around him was the clatter of the Elves as they made last minute food preparations for the dinner that was going to start soon.

The voices were quiet.

They were always quiet when he cooked, he didn't know why and didn't look into it because he was sure it would require sitting in the Common Room's cushion chair by the fireplace at night, doing hour long metaphor like talks with Hermione….or Hedwig and he wasn't sure he was ready for that just yet.

"Chocolate chips too?"

Harry nodded, "Professor Snape has a really big sweet tooth" he grinned as he stirred them in

"The Elves told you that?"

The young man nodded as he scooped the mixture out the bowl and into the baking pan, once he has it spread out as even as possible he placed the pan in the now hot oven. When he turned back, he smiled at the sight of Hermione grabbing the bowl and using her finger to get the left-overs that was in there.

"I don't think your parents would approve" he smiled as he stuck his own finger in the bowl, he scooped up a bit of chocolate and popped it in his mouth.

Hermione stuck her tongue out at him.

"So" Harry said after a moment, "do you think he'll like them?"

Hermione hummed in pleasure around another taste of mix before answering, "First, you said he liked the chocolates, and second, if this is what the mix taste likes then I know he'll love the finished product"

Harry smiled before an Elf asking if he wanted dinner while he waited for brownies to be done took his attention, after nodding Harry sat down on the stool next to Hermione's and continued eating the mix.

"What are you going to write on the note, besides saying it's from you?" Hermione asked.

"Erm that was it"

Seriously?

You're making brownies for the man in hopes that he'll return your affections, practically begging him too, and that's all you can think of writing?

"Remind me to set aside a study session on romances for you later" Hermione mumbled after just staring in disbelief at her friend.

"What's wrong with just writing my note like that?" the Savior asked both his friend and voices.

"Harry, you're wooing someone, you're going to need a little more than that"

"What, you want me to write him a poem?"

"Good idea"

"No I—"

"How about this, Roses are Red, Violets are blue, let me screw you"

I like that one!

"I don't!"

Oh! Oh! How about this one? Roses are Red; Violets are blue, all night long, sit back and let me ride you.

"That's even worse!"

"What about –"

"I get it! I get it! I'll put more on the stupid note!"

Hermione giggled.

Harry sighed, relieved when his dinner came giving him a much needed distraction.

~.~

Neither Potter nor Granger are at dinner, Weasley didn't seem worried and it was still early so he suppose he didn't have too much to worry about, and continued on with his meal; though his eyes strayed to the entrance from time to time. By the time dessert appeared, the two Gryffindors still didn't make an appearance, he just consider pointing it out to Albus when Minerva made a soft cooing sound.

Never having heard such a sound come from the older woman, he looked in her direction to see what made her do such a thing, he was surprised to see the woman looking in his direction.

"Looks like you have an admire there Severus" the Professor said tilting her head to the man's plate.

Looking down Severus found on his plate two heart shaped brownies lightly dusted with powdered sugar, in front of the plate was an envelope with his name in calligraphy. Suspiciously he took the note, a quick spell told him it was safe, he opened it and found a note card inside with a poem on it.

Roses are red, Violets are blue, these brownies remind me of you.

-Harry Potter-

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