The Culinary Massacre

ruh roh raggy.

Harry pov

I knock on Obamas door. I just want to drop in and let him know that I'm his neighbor now. I also need to discuss some students that may have to drop out for debate because of grades. I try to give all of them As because I know that they're exhausted and don't want to worry about PE but some of them wither don't try or are mean to other students.
He answers yet he doesn't have a shirt on. I can't help but glance. He seems surprised to see me. I would be too if my coworker showed up at my apartment.
"Hey Harry. What's up?" He asks.
"Hey, I just moved in and I wanted to let you know. Hey, what is that? It smells amazing." I says. He's cooking something and I mean...God it smells too good.
"Oh..yeah. I'm just cooking some Lasagna. It's Cornelius' favorite." He says.
"Oh yeah where is he?" I ask oblivious to what's going on with them..
"He's just at his friends house." He says looking down. I steal a glance and his cheat once more.
"Do you want to come in? You can have some food if you want." He says opening the door wider for me to come through.
"Yeah, sure. That would be nice." I say smiling at him.
He let's me in and cuts me some food and plates it for me.
"You're quite the chef." I say as he gets some for him too.
"Nah..I just know how to follow recipes." He's says shrugging and guiding me to the couch.
I take a bite and I let out a pleased noise. It's really God damn good. He's kind of looking at me and I go a little pink.
"So I'm guessing it's good?" He says.
"Yeah." I say turning even brighter.
"Listen I'm sorry about highschool." He says.
"Don't worry it's in the past." I say shrugging.
"Is there any way I can make it up to you?" He asks.
"No offense but I kind of treated you like shit." He says moving his hand closer.
I glance down at his bare chest and brush my fingers against his.
"It's ok. I mean how do you want to make it up to me." He glances at my lips and suddenly we're kissing.