Making dinner (knife)

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⚠️ warning: knife kink, degradation, praise, blood, bondage, edging, mention of past SH, mention of PTSD, mention or EDmention of bad mental health issues, mention of childhood abuse, dirty talk, D/s, orgasim delay, pain kink, pain for the purpose of pleasure. this chapter will mention sensitive topics if you do not feel comfortable please skip this chapter ⚠️

(Recap)
Harry has a lot of trauma after the war and he resulted in SH and having ED. His PTSD infected his life in a huge way, and not just his PTSD from the war, but his PTSD from the Dursleys too. Draco and Harry have been married for a year and a half and Draco has help Harry tremendously with going to a mind healer and dealing with his SH and ED.

Harry's pov before Draco gets home:

Speaking of Draco I'm teaching him to cook the muggle way , he's not the best but it's cute, he insists on learning because he feels guilty for have house elf's his whole life, I don't blame him for that though. Tonight I'm going to teach him to make a steak and mash potatoes, it's not the easiest but I'm sure he'll get it.
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I was in the kitchen getting out the ingredients when I hear the door open and in walks Draco. He sets his brief class in the counter and goes behind me, Draco wraps his arms around my waist and puts his chin on my shoulder.

"Hello love"
He says as he kisses my cheek
I smile and melt into his touch
"Welcome home, I would have had dinner prepared but you insisted on helping so I wanted to wait for you"
I can feel Dracos breath ghost over my ear and his head become weak as he closes his eyes.
"Yes I want to help thank you, sorry I got caught up in a meeting with my stupid ass boss" Draco laughs
"It's fine" I say as I turn around
I kiss his lips and go back to getting out the ingredients
"Go get comfortable, I'll finish getting stuff out and we can start, okay?"
I ask
"Sounds good, I'll be a minute."
Draco walks upstairs to our room and i here the water in the shower start.

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About 10 minutes later draco comes downstairs with damp hair, and silky black pyjamas.
"Alright, what are we making?"he asks as he walks over
"Steak and mash potatoes"
I answered
He nods
"Alright so first-"
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Time skip
I reach for a knife to cut the potatoes so we can mash them but Draco stops me, I look at him confused even though I know the reason why.
"I can do it love,"
I look at him with a smile
He knows that I'm sensitive around kitchen knives sometimes considering my uncle used to used one on me to "beat the magic out of me" I think he was just crazy, but oh well.
He pulled out a long knife from the rack and placed the potatoes on the cutting board. Weirdly though I wasn't thinking about my past with knives, I was thinking about what u could do with one, I thought back to when Draco hugged me from behind earlier and then I started thinking of the knife, what if he was behind me with a knife to my throat? I'd do anything he wanted that's for damn sure- why am I thinking about this in the middle of making dinner?!?
I blush when Draco looks at me still holding the knife.
"You alright potter?" He asks
"Your last name is pott-"
Draco cuts me off with a finger to my lips
"Shhhh that's not important"
I roll my eyes at him
"I'm fine idiot"
I say
"Okay just making sure"
He laughs back
He finishes cutting the potatoes and puts them in the pot
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Time skip
After dinner

I'm doing the dishes while Draco is cleaning the counters, he looks up at me with a wondering expression,
"H-hey love?"
He asks "yeah?"
I replied as I look up at him
"I saw you eyeing the knife earlier where you thinking of-"
"Merlin no!"
I cut him off
"What was on Your mind then?"
He asked
I blush at the thought.
Would he laugh at me?
"Oh um... nothing."
I replied nervously
He corks a eyebrow
"Well I know that look"
He says
I blush and look away again
"Draco really, don't worry about it."
I try to re assure him but he just inches closer. With a look on his face of pure lust. My back hits the counter and his hands are on either side of my waist, my face grew even more red and he chuckled lowly.

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