𝖲𝖫𝖸𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖭 𝖡𝖮𝖸 𝖮𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖲

𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙊- 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙛 (Fluff)

You were lying in bed with the covers tangling around your bodies.

He was stroking your hair and you were drawing imaginary shapes on his chest until you felt him shift. "Are you hungry, Y/L/N?"

You didn't feel hungry before he asked, you guess because you were only focused on him, but now that you were thinking about it, you were a bit hungry.

"I could eat something," you nodded in response.

He smiled, but just a bit as he got up. "Well, come on, I'll cook you the best meal ever."

He cooks?

Surely not.

He has house elves. You doubt he's ever stepped foot in a kitchen, let alone his own and it's far less likely he cooked in it!

"Theodore Nott, the chef..." You were saying this as you were dangling your feet from the counter.

"You didn't know about that?" He said as he was close to you now.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Y/L/N. Now, what would you like to eat? Toast?" He said it with a laugh. "That's really about all I can make."

You knew it.

"A chef who can only make toast?" You said, questioning him for a moment.

"What can I say? I stick to the finer things in life." He answered.

"Well, then it better be some damn good toast," you say.

"Oh, just wait, Miss/Mister Y/L/N. Best toast you've seen in all your years." He was saying this as he was putting the toast into a toaster, which was making you laugh a bit seeing him struggle with the "muggle" technology.

"Are you laughing at me?" He said as he turned around with a slight look of defeat.

"No," you said, following it with a small giggle. He gave you a pointed look.

"Fine, but it's just a little funny." You were trying to hold back a grin, but you failed.

"Theo! You are burning the toast," you said as you hopped down from the counter and went over to the toaster, pulling out a charcoaled piece of bread.

"I'm not going to eat that," you said, laughing.

"Okay, maybe you should just have Muffy cook us breakfast," he said, laughing before embracing you in a tight hug.