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Prompts: (food/drink) Turkey/(feeling) Joyful

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Draco's Kitchen Nightmares

Hermione was like a whirlwind of chopping and boiling and roasting. She was peeling carrots whilst chopping potatoes and overseeing the stirring of the gravy to make sure there were no lumps. The whole Gryffindor crew were in the other room, she had invited everyone to Christmas dinner at their house this year since Molly wasn't feeling very well and it wasn't a pretty sight.

Much like their sixth year potions experience Hermione was frazzled and when she became frazzled her hair grew. Their kitchen hadn't been big to begin with but with Hermione's hair twice it's normal size Draco was beginning to feel the squeeze.

He stared at the big, pink, bird in front of him. The turkey was surprisingly bobbly, he had never seen raw meat up close before. He had always left the cooking to the house elves, they knew what they were doing after all.

He was strongly considering summoning one of the Malfoy elves to help him but one glance at Hermione told him it wasn't worth the hassle. She was hunched over, stirring something, looking like a replica of the witches muggles dressed up as at Halloween.

"Hubble, bubble, toil and trouble," he murmured as he watched her. Ears like a hawk she looked up at him sharply and jerked her chin meaningfully at the turkey before returning to her six tasks at hand. "What a joyful time of year," he muttered sarcastically turning back to the turkey.

It was the only job he had, and he knew Hermione had only delegated out of an utter need. He just had to work out how long this thing had to be cooked for, that was all. He looked at the instructions and weighed the turkey. It said 1 hour per kilo and this thing weighed about 3 so that must mean 2 and a half to 3 hours, right?

Draco tried to double check it but gave up and just put the bird in the oven.

"Well? How long?"

Draco looked over at her and resolved to check the turkey every 10 minutes to make sure he didn't mess up the one job had been given.

"Don't worry," he said, his voice brimming with a confidence he really didn't possess. "You just leave that to me."

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