Drarry One-Shots 2

impressive

239. "I just wanted to impress you."

The kitchen resembled a nuclear landing site and Draco was on the verge of mental breakdown. His anguish only became more pronounced by Harry's cheerful greeting at the door of their apartment. He glanced at himself and then at the rest of the room and then at the hallway down which Harry was soon going to be walking.

He grabbed his wand and cast a quick cleaning spell on his shirt and his trousers, but the chocolate stains were still there, and the oil had spread too deeply to be taken out. Now outright panicking, he turned to the mess of bowls and pans and spilt ingredients all over the counters and the floor and the table. He could barely even see the sink!

He waved his wand around, without even trying to think of a spell, hoping that somehow Mother Magic would just know that he can't let Harry see what a mess he's made. A bag of flour started to float, and the eggs shells started spinning, while some pans began to slowly pile up in a corner of the kitchen. This had hope. Draco dared to smile.

But just as he was starting to find his will to live again, the kitchen door creaked open, and Harry stood frozen at the doorway. "Draco... I – what?"

"Harry!" Draco said, a complicated mix of emotions twisting his face. "It's just a bit of mess. Don't worry, I'll clean it in no time."

And at the exact moment, he said it, the pan tower collapsed in a clatter, the eggshells exploded in a billion tiny pieces now thrown around the room, and the flour bag crashed to the floor next to Draco, covering his entire left side in flour.

Harry looked like he wanted to laugh but didn't know if he was allowed.

"Do you, er, do you need help?" he asked with a heavy amount of caution.

Draco's shoulders slumped. "It defeats the purpose."

"And what was the, um, purpose?" Harry glanced at the floor and seeing that there was no chance of finding a clear path to his boyfriend, he walked across the spilt milk and the eggshells and the half-melted chocolate chips.

"I wanted to make you a cake," Draco admitted and fell into Harry's open arms, touched that Harry didn't seem to care about messing up his clothes in order to hug him. "For your promotion."

"Babe, you didn't have to do anything," Harry assured him and kissed his temple. "I thought our celebration the other night was heavily rewarding on its own."

"I just wanted to impress you," Draco muttered with a pout. Harry couldn't help but grin at how cute he was despite his awful mood.

"You impress me every day just by being here. And living with me. And loving me."

"You're so easy to love, though," Draco protested with a kiss to the corner of Harry's mouth.

"And you're so easily impressive," Harry said in return. "I have no idea how I managed to catch you."

"Yeah," Draco snorted, looking around the kitchen again. "A miracle."

Harry didn't say anything but did kiss Draco deeply, savouring the moment. "Come on, I'll help you clean up and then maybe I can teach you how to make a cake without such a mess."

"I think I'll stay away from baking, for now, thanks." Draco shook his head as he extracted himself from Harry's arms. "It's clearly not meant to be!"

"Sure, honey, whatever you want," Harry easily agreed and pressed a wet kiss to Draco's clean cheek before fishing out his wand and starting up the clean-up.