A/N: Happy Christmas!

Thank you for the reviews!

It was so cold outside… I don't think I ever stopped shivering…

Warning: Nothing

23 December 2008

On the eleventh day of Christmas…

"Harry, are we having Chinese food?" Draco asked from the dining table.

"Yeah, you'll love this," Harry replied cheerfully. He was watching the wok on the stove carefully. Their dinner was almost done. "Just three more minutes!"

Draco grumbled and picked up the pair of chopsticks Harry had set on the table. He never learned how to fully use them. Most of the time, Draco would just stab into the food they were eating if they used chopsticks. Harry, on the other hand, knew how to use them well. As he waited, Draco started impatiently pounding the table with the thin wooden sticks. He was hungry!

"Harry, what are you making?" Draco whined. "It's been twenty minutes… and are you using a wok?" Draco caught sight of the black metal pan. "When did we buy a wok?"

"We didn't," Harry answered back. "I Transfigured it from our skillet. I'll turn it back afterwards." Harry chuckled when he heard Draco snort.

The brunet grinned as the scent of steamed pork drifted upwards from the wok. He took a towel and wrapped it around the handle of the lid. Once he lifted the lid, a pillar of steam blasted out and covered Harry's face. The green-eyed man blinked as his glasses fogged up tremendously.

"Dinner's ready!" Harry hollered. He placed the hot lid in the sink and then took out the steaming plate from inside the wok.

"Finally!" Draco rubbed his hands together and watched as his boyfriend came to the table with a plate in his hands.

His eyes widened when Harry placed the plate onto the table.

"What are those?" Draco poked one of the soggy looking things with his chopsticks. "I don't think I had such a thing before." He jabbed one a bit too hard and his chopstick went through. "Ugh! Is that oil?"

Harry rolled his eyes and sat down. "No, Draco. That's juice and they're dumplings!" He smiled. "I ate them before and they're delicious!"

"Dumplings? They don't look like… dumplings…" Draco frowned and pulled the chopstick that was stuck back. "They're wet and soft… and white. They look bland, love."

Harry sighed and snapped his fingers. A small plate of soy sauce appeared in front of Draco. "You have to dip your dumpling into that."

"I don't know…"

"Just try it, Draco!" Harry huffed and pushed the plate closer to the blond. "Stab at them if you have to, but eat them. It's dinner."

Draco sniffed and jabbed one. His eyes narrowed and brought the steamy dumpling closer to his mouth. It didn't look appealing; the thing was wet and dripping. Malfoy took a sniff; he could smell pork and that was it.

Harry was getting annoyed. If Draco didn't eat any faster, the whole plate of dumplings would be cold.

"Dip it in the sauce and eat it!"

Draco jumped and looked up at Harry, who was half glaring at him. The blond sighed; Harry did take time to make these after all.

"Aren't you going to eat them?" Draco asked; he still had his dumpling away from his mouth.

"I made enough for both of us," Harry said. "Just bite down into it, Draco. It's not going to kill you."

"No. The juice is going to drip down into my lap." Draco closed his eyes and shoved the whole thing into his mouth.

Harry watched carefully; he was sitting on the edge of his seat. He knew Draco was a picky eater and it was the first time the blond had dumplings. But Harry took time to make them and really hoped his boyfriend will like them.

"Well?" Harry asked anxiously.

Draco chewed slowly. His eyes turned round when the juice of the dumpling filled his mouth. He chewed faster and swallowed. Oh, it was good!

"Uh… I think I have to try another one just to be sure," Draco said and stabbed into another dumpling.

Harry's lips quirked as Draco ate his second, third, then fourth dumpling. By the time Draco spoke, he almost ate the whole plate. Harry stared at his lover in shock.

"Mm… I think…" Draco licked his lips and put his chopsticks down. "I think I'm full."

Harry scoffed. "Of course you are! I made forty dumplings and there's only…" Harry counted the leftover dumplings in the plate, "… eleven left! Draco, you ate twenty-nine! You were suppose to eat half and leave some for me!"

Malfoy smirked. "They were good."

"You stared at them like they were going to attack you!" Harry cried. He was going to have to eat something extra. Eleven dumplings weren't going to fill him.

"Well, they can't attack me now, can they?" Draco said smugly. "They're in my stomach, making me nice and full." Draco leaned back in his chair and patted his stomach. "Thanks, Harry."

Harry pouted. "I hate you."

… eleven leftover dumplings.

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A/N: Poor Harry xD Yeah, I had dumplings today… and this idea came up. I'm so asian :P

Me: Harry! I have a plate of dumplings for you!
Harry: Well, at least you're thoughtful… Not like someone I know.

Draco: Hey! They were good!

Harry: Yeah, and you ate them all.
Draco: Are you calling me fat?!

Me: o.0 What does that have to do with anything?