poison ✞ dramione

part twenty five

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"so..." pansy trailed off. "baking?"

hermione grinned up at pansy. "mummy loves baking! although whenever she does she only puts in a little bit of sugar so it's not sweet, but it's still good!"

pansy nearly scowled at the lack of sugar in this girls life. "come on, you'll show me how to make some..."

"cookies!" granger gasped, practically setting herself on pansy's lap. "vanilla flavoured white chocolate chip cookies!"

pansy inwardly grimaced. why the fuck did she suddenly decided to be nice? oh, yeah, right. because she fucking cares about draco fucking malfoy, an icicle personified. maybe they should give up on him but pansy has seen a side of him that's worth saving, a part of him that's always been worth saving, a part of him that he hides because he's afraid of getting hurt.

she doesn't blame him for it. he's been through some shit. but maybe he'd be considerate enough to understand that he's not the only one who went through shit.

"baking it is," pansy muttered, standing up. she pulled granger up with her, picked up the discarded sketch book and pencil, then they made their way back inside.

"are you and draco going out?" granger asked casually, swinging their joined hands together.

pansy huffed. "no, we're not dating. we never dated. why'd you ask?"

granger shrugged. "he listens to you."

pansy pulled granger down a corridor, remembering the way to the dorms. "no, he listens to everyone. he just assumed acting upon what i told him was worth it."

the portrait came into view and pansy suddenly realised she didn't know the fucking password. once they stood opposite, she turned to granger. "do you know the password?"

granger through for a moment—the whole 'hand to chin and eyes on the ceiling' deal—before nodding rapidly. "it's unit-y! unity!"

the portrait swung open and granger pulled pansy through. granger led pansy to the kitchen and pulled out a chair to stand on. "let's bake!"

it didn't take them long to find the ingredients or the equipments needed. although pansy had never baked in her eighteen years—hell, she can count on one hand how many times she's been in a kitchen—but granger seemed to know what she was doing. pansy offered to magically weigh the ingredients but granger had been adamant in doing it all from scratch with no magic at all.

"that's the batter!" granger exclaimed, pulling the wooden spoon out of the bowl. she licked the cream coloured batter then sighed happily, making pansy question whether it was such a good idea to put all that sugar in when granger wasn't looking. "so good! i can just eat it like this!"

pansy fiddled with the tray and the none-stick oven paper used, staring at the oven in apprehension. granger laid out giant blobs of the batter on the tray while pansy wondered how to turn the oven on.

"have you turned the oven on, pans?" granger asked, licking the remaining batter off the spoon.

pansy didn't like admitting she was screwed—not even to a six year old granger—but she didn't know what to do. "i'm about to do that now, granger..."

pansy turned a dial and pressed a button, but the stove turned on instead. she frowned then turned the dial back around so the stove turned off. she turned another dial and pressed the same button but the grill turned on and—can't you grill cookies?

"is everything alright in here?" someone asked. pansy froze and almost swore but caught herself when she remembered granger was next to her.

pansy switched the grill off then turned around. potter stood at the door, all sweaty and dirty from quidditch practise with his broom in his hand. pansy glanced over at granger and noticed the little girls wide smile.