Dear Draco [Harry Potter]

Letter to Draco.

Draco Malfoy smashed the bowl he had been holding in his hand in anger. What had he been thinking? He couldn't cook a bloody turkey in the next five hours. He still had everything else to prepare. On top of that, he had to clean the house and himself. Last time he had seen himself in the mirror, he had been covered with gravy and whatnot.

Now, angry and a bit sad, he smashed the bowl he had been stirring eggs in.

Gaah, he thought, what the hell am I going to do? I can't possibly have the Grangers over for a Thanksgiving meal and not have turkey. Yes, the Grangers! Draco had invited his darling girlfriend Hermione Granger's parents over for dinner.

Granger and Malfoy, he thought, smirking. Merlin, we made a scene when we came out as a couple.

Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger had come in contact about a year after the war, both apologetic and sympathizing towards each other. Their friendship didn't last very long. Within a month of making peace, the two had started dating, leading to this moment. It had now been eight months (and fourteen days, if you were counting) since they had started dating, five months since they had opened up to the wizarding world, and Draco was finally meeting Hermione's parents.

In her defence, she had resurrected her parent's memories just about a year ago, and she didn't want them to judge her or her decisions. Yes, her exact words. Apparently, she thought her parents would judge her for dating Draco because they knew what kind of a person he was in school.

Great morale booster, that one, he thought, smiling a bit.

He got back to thinking about dinner. Looking around the kitchen, he made a mental list of all the tasks he had to finish. Soon he immersed himself in cooking, forgetting about the turkey for a while, focusing on all the other dishes he had to prepare. At least he was good at cooking or else Merlin knows what he would have done.

Excellent, not good, Draco thought. I am excellent at cooking. To give his girlfriend an update on his situation (she had asked about it an hour back), he texted her:

Everything is bloody marvellous, except for a small situation with the turkey. Please text me once you leave, I want to be fully prepared. I love you, x.

After hitting send, he dropped his phone to the counter, not bothering to see if she replied or not. He knew she would send some encouraging message to help him, but he had a lot on his hands right now. Literally. He had egg yolk, some gravy, a little bit of that cherry sauce, and so much more. He shouldn't be touching anything right now except the utensils.

But he was a man in love, and when in love, you can't resist not checking your phone to see your girlfriend's reply.

She had indeed replied!

Take care, love, and make sure you don't burn anything! Lots of love, H.

Well, Hermione Granger, if there is one thing you should know about me is that I never, ever burn my food, he thought smirking.

An hour passed, two, three, and then four, when Draco finally got out of the kitchen and set to straighten the house a bit. Though a neat person, Draco knew he would have to put extra effort tonight. It wasn't just Hermione coming over to his place for a sleepover. Her parents were coming over, and from what Hermione had told him, he figured that they liked things to be in order. They were dentists after all!

When the clock struck six, Draco knew he had to stop cleaning the house and hit the shower. After spending the day in the kitchen, he was sure he smelt of various things, and none of them would be pleasant. He entered his bathroom, slipped into his bathtub, and spent the next twenty minutes washing and preening himself. He changed into the pair of clothes he had decided to wear for the night - jeans and a nice light blue shirt - and headed to the living room. He sat on the sofa, resting for the first time that day. He had been so nervous last night that he had woken up at five this morning, started with preparations, and hadn't stopped until the time he went in for a shower.