A Granger Family Reunion

The chat

This chapter is a much longer than the previous ones. Mild Language

Draco's P.O.V

I knocked on Blaise's hotel door. It was already eight thirty and we were late for our meeting. If he didn't wake up soon he would have to do what neither want to do, call Pansy. We both knew Pansy was not a morning person and got really mad when someone woke her up.

-Flashback-

Blaise woke up early to make breakfast for Pansy. He cooked her her favorite meal. Blueberry pancakes, bacon, toast and a cup of orange juice. It took him a while to actually learn how to make pancakes. Then he had to learn how not to burn them. It was a very complicated process. In the end he called Draco to come help him because he was a much better cook. A noise from his living room hinted Draco has arrived.

"Hey mate," Draco said.

"I need your help. I wanna make breakfast for Pansy but I can't cook," he said.

"Oh I'm fine thanks for asking," he said.

Blaise shot a glare at him them started to feel nervous again.

"What if she doesn't like it. What if she divorces me because she wants a husband who can cook," he rambled.

"Why aren't you trying to comfort me," he said angrily to his best friend.

"Ok first calm your ass down. Second Pansy isn't like that," Draco said.

"Show me the meal you made," Draco said sighing.

Blaise picked up a plate of food and set it in front of Draco. The look on Draco's face was both confusion and shock. It looked like he started good then it just went wrong.

"What the fuck is this," Draco said still in shock.

"This is the meal I made for her," Blaise said.

"Why the fuck did you out ketchup on it," Draco asked.

"Ketchup makes everything better," Blaise said defensively.

Draco rubbed his temples. "That's something a child would say . But on pancakes, really, they're fucking gray".

"What the hell did you use to flip this egg a fucking whisk".

"This is hazardous, absolutely fucking hazardous. I don't know what happened and I do not want to know," he said.

"Was that really necessary," Blaise asked sourly.

"Yes it was".

"So can you help me?"

" Sweetie Gordon Ramsay couldn't help you," Draco said as he patted his head.

"Who?"

"Muggle chef Mia introduced me to, he's quiet good. Anyways go sit down and I'll cook the breakfast".

Blaise nodded and sat on the couch and waited for Draco to finish. The smell from the kitchen started to float into the living room and soon it all smell like a hot warm breakfast. Blaise found himself wandering towards the kitchen. The kids were staying at Draco's so he and Pansy could have the whole day to themselves. Draco had finished cooking and was just adding his final touches. Blaise stared at it in awe. It was absolutely beautiful. Draco was no professional but when he wanted to he could do something amazing. Blaise looked around but there was only one plate.

"Where's mine?"

"You get to eat that catastrophe while my sister eats this".

He handed Blaise his creation, cleaned up and left.