𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 || 𝐃.𝐌

𝟎𝟔𝟗 (!!!)

[mature scenes ahead.]

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Draco Malfoy is a good chef. He cooks food like he's used to it, like it's a passion he burns for.

I sit on the counter, swinging my leg back and forth, as I watch him cook dinner for both of us.

"What are you making?" I ask.

He stirs the pot, looking up at me at the same time. "Pasta,"

"Where did you learn to cook," I ask him, concentrating and watching his every move as he adds spices and ingredients.

"When I was younger my mother and father went on business trips without me. As rich as our family is I didn't have to cook my own dinner since we had others for that but as a child I was bored of being alone in this big manor. The only company I had was a house elf but one day he was gone." Draco tells me.

"I would sneak into the kitchen and I would try to make food, I would bake and I would try to do everything I could."

There's silence, I don't know what to say. It's weird, really. But I've always got things handed to me growing up in a rich pureblood family. I never learned to cook and I never thought about trying it either.

"I don't know how to cook," I whisper quietly.

Draco looks at me, "What did you say?"

"I don't know how to cook." I repeat, this time louder. "I've never tried it. I know how to bake cinnamon buns but I don't know how to cook food."

Draco walks over to me, stopping in front of me as I sit on the counter. He places his hands on my knees and spreads my legs apart. He step between them,

"Then I think it's time you learn."

We have Malfoy Manor for ourselves. Our families are away, probably for business affairs or tasks for the dark lord.

We came here late yesterday night and the moment we stepped into our bedroom we both dozed into sleep in each other's arms.

I pretend this is our future, that this is our house. Only ours. That we're cooking dinner for our children whilst they're playing with their toys in the living room. I pretend we have a big happy family and that this is our life.

And I pray that this is what I'll be doing in the future because it's perfect. So incredibly perfect.

"You want to teach me how to cook?" I ask, he nods, cupping my face in his hands as he brings my face closer to his.

He kisses my lips, "Yes. I think we should take this opportunity to teach you how to cook. No one's home except us. The house elves are gone since you didn't want them to be here. If we make a mess then we'll clean it up together."

"Okay," I smile and press a quick kiss onto his lips before I jump down from the kitchen counter.

I stand in front of the pasta and Draco stands behind me.

"Just make sure the pasta doesn't over cook." He says into my ears and shivers run down my spine. "Call me Mr Malfoy, right now I'm your teacher."

"Okay, Mr Malfoy." He puts his hands on my hips. "Teach me."

He tells me what to do, and I follow his instructions. I obey every order he says. I do as I'm told and he roams his hands over my body, teasing me until I feel that throbbing between my thighs.

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I sit in the bathtub and he sits behind me. There's bubbles everywhere and the water is about to spill over the edge.