December Stories 2020

December 7th

Word Count- 439

Prompt- Baking

DRACO'S POV

"FIRE! FIRE!" Screams the smoke alarm from our room. "FIRE! FIRE" I jump out of bed and sprint down the stairs as fast as my legs will carry me. I land on the cold hardwood floor and slide into the kitchen. What I see makes my eyes widen. Harry is running around, screaming his head off, holding a pan with a flame in the center. I can see something that once resembled food on the pan, but now it's only black char.

"HARRY!" I screech, running at him, wand aimed high. A stream of water comes pouring out of my wand towards the pan. He shoves the pan into the sink and smoke rises, suffocating us. I hear Harry cough harshly and I pull him towards the front door by his arm. I'm gripping his arm so tight that he cries out in pain. I push him though the front door and slam it behind me.

"Draco, I'm so sorry! I was just trying to make you food for breakfast as well as a few cookies because I know you like those. I'm s-sorry...I didn't mean to-" Harry says, tears starting to fall down in cheeks. All my anger diminishes immediately. I quickly go over and wrap him in a tight embrace.

"Merlins beard Harry, I love you so much." I whisper in his ear.

"But I almost burned down the house." He says quietly.

"The keyword is almost, love." I tell him, gently ruffling his hair. "Now guess who gets to go clean everything up?" I ask him. He pouts then.

"Me." Harry says solemnly. I shake my head, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips.

"Both of us." I say, intertwining our hands together and pulling him back inside. The smoke hasn't cleared out yet, but with a quick wave of my wand it disappears. The now ruined pan sits inside the sink, unaware of the damage it's caused. A deep sigh escapes my lips as I walk towards the stove, seeing an endless amounts of black scorch marks.

"I'm really sorry Draco." I hear Harry mumble from behind me.

"It's okay. Let's just clean this up and we can go out to get something to eat." I tell Harry, waving my wand around, gathering the necessary cleaning supplies. "Leave the cooking to me next time. I really, really don't want our house to burn down." I say, squeezing Harry's hand before letting go. I see him give me a small smile and we both begin to work on fixing up the countertop and stove.