A/N: I still don't own Hermione or Severus

This is for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

April Auction

Day 30: Auction 3 Great British Bake Off [Prompt: Action: Baking

Word count: 555

Hermione glanced around. Severus wasn't home. He wasn't supposed to be home for another two hours. She smiled pulling the ingredients from the fridge.

"Eggs, butter, sugar, flour." She glanced at the list. "Oil, baking powder, vanilla." A huge note hung in front of the over.

"DO NOT USE, HERMIONE!" She laughed as she set the temperature to 350 degrees. Severus had said something the other night about fresh baked cookies. He might have been talking in his sleep, or she had imagined it. Either way, she wanted cookies so she was going to back them.

She hovered the book in front of her face, so she wouldn't have to keep looking down at it. She carefully followed the instructions, even making sure to stir the exact amount of the time the cookbook stated.

"They look alright," she stated tasting the dough. It tasted right. Good, she hadn't screwed that up. This time, she was going to get it right. There were no weird mystery ingredients. She knew better than to use open fire around the oven, and she'd even remembered to take the batteries out of the smoke detector.

She put wax paper on the cookie sheets, and scooped her dough into cute little balls. The over beeped letting her know it was at the right temperature. She slid the first cookie sheet into the oven. She pulled the sign down so she could watch her cookies bake.

She started on the next tray while the first ones cooked. Just as she finished an owl flew into the room. She grabbed it and pulled the parcel from it's leg.

"I forgot I ordered this," she muttered looking at the latest copy of "Arithamancy and You!" She glanced at the oven. There were still three minutes before the cookies would be done. She opened the magazine and started reading.

HSHSHSHSHSHSHSSHSHSHS

Severus stopped in front of his house. It was still standing. He smiled wondering what exactly Hermione was up to. He opened the front door and heavy smoke poured out.

"Hermione!" He yelled rushing inside, the smoke seeping out the door.

"What? Oh, the cookies!" Severus stared at her. She was standing in the kitchen, smoke pouring from the oven...again. She had a magazine in one hand and a quill in the other.

"Hermione, what did you do now?"

"Cookies... Fresh baked chocolate chip cookies?"

"The kitchen is full of smoke. The cookies look like burnt rocks."

"Um...I got distracted." She held up the magazine.

"So, you can read."

"Yes?"

"And there was a sign on the oven door. What did it say?"

"Do not use, Hermione," she whispered.

"So you deliberately ignored the sign. Why didn't you turn the oven off when it started to smoke?"

"I took the batteries out of the smoke alarm...you always yell when it goes off." Severus shook his head.

"Hermione, I love you, but from this moment on, you are forbidden from using the stove, the oven, or cooking in general." She nodded.

"I figured out the super hard puzzle in my magazine."

"Arithmancy and You?"

"Yes. I started reading and got distracted."

"I'll clean up the kitchen...maybe get rid of the stove...you go get changed out those smokey clothes. Then we'll grab take out...again." She smiled at him and walked off, her nose still in the magazine.