Drarry One Shots

Home EC class (cooking class)

*drarry in a regular school setting*
~Draco POV~

I had just taken this freaking class for losers because I wanted an easy A. This was supposedly the class for it, so I blindly put it in my electives column.

What had I gotten myself into? I was sitting next to stupid Potter. Everyone thinks he's so smart, wonderful Potter. He thought he was too good for me when we first met. Him too good for me. Ulgh. Out of all the classes, all the people in the school, we had to be pared together today.

Today was actually going to be decent until I heard the partner list. We were baking goods for the school bake sale and even though I wouldn't admit it to anyone, I enjoyed baking. But with Potter for fucks sake?

He was setting the supplies out on the table, being unbelievably loud. He tried to put the metal bowl on the table but somehow managed to drop it on the floor creating a huge bang and our entire class's eyes on us.

"Could you be more clumsy?" I sneered from behind the recipe. It was meant to be a rhetorical question...

"I mean I could. Would you like that? I mean I could probably throw this whisk  and make a huge chain reaction of things falling if you-"

"Shut it Potter. I'm trying to read so I can get a decent grade. Not that you care." Why he was even in this class was unknown by anyone except probably that weasel kid he hangs out with. He didn't seem like the cooking type. 

"We are doing the simple yellow cake." I say putting the paper on the table between us.

"Says who? This is a partner project and what if I want to do the-" he took the recipes from my hand a read out the first thing he saw. "brownies," he said pointing to at the recipe under the cake section.

"It's like you to take the easy way out. Put chocolate in a pan and heat it, that's all. Where's the fun? Whisking dries and wets, icing?" Crap. Did I just admit to this being fun? Maybe he didn't catch it.

"Why would I need it to be fun? I'm already with you." I look over to see if I really heard that right. I hated him... so why did my stomach do an awkward flip inside when I heard that.

"Wha-"

"Oi Malfoy... sarcasm ring a bell?"

Fuck. I knew my face was heating up. I ducked my head and pretended to read over the instructions again.

"Let's just get started on the freaking cake already," I say trying to not allow this weird feeling in me affect my voice.

"Fine."

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"Potter!" I squeak out. I knew it was embarrassing but he was licking the freaking spoon we had to use.

"Yeah?" He looked over the spoon, his tongue still on it... his green eyes meeting mine. I almost forgot to speak because damn, were his eyes always that green?

"We still need to use the spoon and you're contaminating it," I say, trying to glare at him.

"~mm. Tastes good already. Do we have to cook it?" He practically moaned out.

I decided to just take the spoon from him, which was a bad idea. I tried to grab the handle but grabbed his hand instead. To top it all off, when I was pulling away, the batter smeared all over his face.