Warning: This is SLASH! If you don't like it, then don't read. Thank you.

Pairings: Draco/Harry, Lace/Iris, Asher/Ava

Rating: T for safety and language

Category: General/Friendship/Romance/Humor

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Merely my fanfics including the characters.

Author's Note: This is a side story to my series "Wild Summer Nights".

~Against All Odds~

BOOM!

The sound of coughing filled the large kitchen as six teens tried to clear out the smoke that was swirling around them. Finally, when the thick smoke cleared six pairs of eyes stared at the charred remains at what once had been a cake. Suddenly, three pairs of those eyes narrowed at glared at the others.

"Okay, that's it. We give up." Iris huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest, her right hip jutted out as her, Harry and Ava all glared at Draco, Asher and Lace.

"Oh come on, one more try?" Lace pleaded as he looked at his girlfriend with wide eyes. The two girls and Harry shook their heads.

"No. No more tries or chances or anything. You guys managed to ruin everything we tried to get you three to make." Harry exclaimed as he glared at his boyfriend with exasperation and a soft fondness.

"Why don't you guys just . . . go sit down, while we clean up the mess?" Ava asked in a soft voice, a faint smile on her pink lips and amusement in her gold and blue-rimmed eyes.

The three Slytherin boys sighed with resolve as they sat down at the stools off to the side, where they had placed them earlier while they watched the other three cook. It was then the three wizards had gotten the idea of making Harry, Ava and Iris teach them how to cook, so they may do so in the future for their loved ones.

But, as it turned out, they were as good at cooking and baking as Neville was at potion making.

Harry and the two cousins sighed as they turned back to the burned remains of the cake they had tried to get the others to make. 'Tried' being the key word.

"I feel so sorry for that cake, now." Harry says as he sighed once more, a feigned look of despair of his strong features.

"I know! What will happen to its poor little cake babies now? Its poor little cupcake babies!" Ava whined dramatically as she placed a hand over her chest, as if her heart was broken. Iris patted her cousins back.

"Die tragically, I suppose." She stated as she closed her eyes, 'mourning' the loss of the cake and it's 'cupcake babies'. Draco rolled his eyes at them and huffed.

"For Merlin's sake!" The blond growled as he crossed his arms, his eyes adverted off to the side, embarrassment and irritation in his silver-blue eyes.

"We didn't do that bad!" Lace objected as he watched the whole scene with wide eyes. Ava then spun around and glared at the three wizards, her right hand pointing to the burnt and smoking cake.

"Tell that to the poor cake!"

"And its babies." Both Harry and Iris added.

"And its babies!" Asher gave his girlfriend and the other two a confused look.

"Don't you think you're being a little overdramatic?" The three Slytherin males flinched as the other three suddenly turned on them, fierce glares set on all their faces.

"NO!" Feeling greatly chided, the three men quickly nodded their heads before going silent, not wanting to upset their 'loved ones' again. Harry sighed again -he does that too much now that he's with Draco- before he turned back to the destroyed cake.

"I'm going to get started on the crumpets." Ava spun around and faced him, a cheerful gleam back in her gold and blue-rimmed eyes.

"Okay! We'll make sure they don't get near it." She proclaimed happily as she pointed at Draco, Asher and Lace. Iris leaned back against the counter, her arms crossed as she glanced over at the three boys, a teasing glint in her purple eyes and a playful smirk place on her lips.

"Hopefully, we can save them from dying so horribly. They're far too young to die yet." She chuckled as the three suddenly jumped off their stools and glared at her, their voices echoing throughout the large kitchen.

"STOP THAT!"