On the Behalf of Draco Malfoy

Chapter 8

As he was walking down the stairs, Harry repeated Draco's words in his head. Over and over again.

'It means exactly what you think it means, Potter.'

Did that mean Draco wanted to shower with him? Harry shook his head. He really needed to stop thinking like that. He decided he would focus on the matter at hand.

Dinner.

Harry was never really a big cook. Yes, he did it every day for the Dursleys, but that didn't mean he was great at it. He went into the kitchen, and decided he would try to make spaghetti. He gathered the ingredients he needed, and he tried to remember how to make it.

Draco undressed, and stepped into the shower. He practically jumped out of his skin when the water hit his body. It was freezing! He fumbled for his wand, and cast multiple heating spells, but nothing worked. 

'Fantastic, just fantastic.' 

Draco hurried and showered, making sure to scrub all over his body. When he finished, he walked downstairs and into the kitchen. He bust out laughing at the sight.

Harry, standing in front of a stove, as Harry called it, with ingredients strewn everywhere, with flour all over himself.

Draco couldn't stop laughing. He tried speaking.

"What- did- you- do!?"

Harry furrowed his brows, and crossed his arms, feigning insult. 

"I was trying to make you a nice meal but it didn't go as planned."

"Clearly! Here, let me help. What were you trying to make?"

"Spaghetti."

"Nice choice. Alright, you are going to need pasta, tomatoes, mushrooms, basil, and onions. Also, if you want to make bread, you're going to need flour, yeast, water, and salt."

It went on like that, Draco teaching Harry how to cook. They started with making the bread and boiling the noodles.

"Alright, now you need to cut the vegetables. Here, start with the onions." Draco handed an onion and a knife over to Harry, and Harry took them. He started cutting, before Draco stopped him. 

"Woah, no! You're going to cut your fingers off! Here, let me show you."

Draco walked behind Harry, and placed his hand on top of Harry's. 

Harry could feel every inch of Draco's front on his own back. He shivered, and it wasn't cold. 

Draco started moving his hand up and down, delicately chopping the onion. Why he was placing himself in such close proximity with Potter, he didn't know, but he didn't hate it. Draco continued to chop the onions until they were diced into small pieces, and he moved away from Potter. 

Harry felt cold and empty when Draco moved away. 

"I still don't understand very well. Maybe you could continue to show me how to do it with the other vegetables?" Harry asked, acting as if he had no clue what he was doing.

Draco rolled his eyes, but smirked nonetheless. He walked back over to Harry, and pressed his front against the brunette's back, earning a pleased sigh from Harry. He reached in front of Harry, grabbed his hands, and began cutting the tomatoes and mushrooms. Without really knowing what he was doing, he set the knife down on the cutting-board, and placed his hands on Harry's hips. Harry's gasp and barely audible whimper answered the movement.

Harry couldn't stop the gasp that left his mouth when hands were suddenly laid on his hips. He was fully aware of the hardness pressing against his arse, and he was fully aware of how tight his jeans were becoming. 

Draco placed one of his hands on Harry's shoulder, turning Harry around to face him. Their eyes locked, and Draco placed his hand on Harry's cheek, and slowly started to lean it. Watching Harry's eyes close snapped Draco back into reality. What was he doing? Molesting Harry Potter? He backed up, leaving Harry confused with parted lips, up against the counter. 

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. I appreciate the attempt for dinner, but I'm not hungry. Goodnight." 

"Malfoy, wait-"

At that, Draco ran up the stairs, and Harry heard the bedroom door slam.

Harry sighed, and leaned against the counter.

'Did I do something?' He thought.

Then, the moments that had passed with Draco replayed in his head. 

Draco Malfoy's hands on his hips. 

Oh, how Harry longed to feel it again.

He reluctantly fixed the bowl with a flick of his wand, and attempted to finish the meal how Draco said to do it.

Fifteen minutes later, Harry had two bowls of spaghetti on the table, with two pieces of garlic bread. He wrote Draco a note, and laid it on the floor with the bowl of spaghetti and a glass of water outside Draco's bedroom door.

'Malfoy, 

I finished dinner. I hope it tastes good. I know you said you weren't hungry, but I wasn't going to let it go to waste.

About earlier, we can either talk about it or not. I'm fine with either. 

Also, you didn't need to apologize. I was clearly enjoying it.

Goodnight.

-Potter'