[Fic:]Baker woes
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smirkingcatTitle: Baker woes
Author:smirkingcat
Word Count: 621
Rating: G
Prompt: Christmas tree cookies
Warning: don't die of boredom, please
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes:this is the most slice of life fic ever, basically harry drags draco home from work, thats it
Baker woes
"Mister Malfoy, I closed up the shop, and I will be going now, if you don't need any help," the young women said, as she entered his kitchen.
"No, thanks Caroline, that will be all. I will see you tomorrow," Draco answered, concentrating on his work.
"But sir, are you sure?" Caroline asked again.
Draco liked her, better than the former one, but still sometimes hiring muggles was so cumbersome. Still, they knew far better how to interact with muggles than any of his wizard employees. He had tried that, and it had ended in a disaster. But they were useful for the wizarding site of the shop.
"Yes, Caroline. I am perfectly able to work alone in my own kitchen. Go have some fun, you are young, so I am certain you have better things to do than stand in the kitchen with your old boss," he joked, but hoped it would get her going.
"Well, if you are certain sir, good night," she said, but it took a whole minute before she really left the shop.
As she left the shop the wards came up, and Draco breathed a sigh of relief. He liked his trainees, and he liked teaching them the art of patisserie, but sometimes he missed his tiny beginnings, in the come down shop in the middle of nowhere, where he spend all day baking and only opened in the morning and evening hours. He had time to experiment, to try out new stuff, and the people of the village were always blunt if something was not up to taste.
Now that he won several muggle and wizarding competitions in France and Great Britain he had upgraded, and now taught others. He never thought he would miss doing things by himself.
So today he decided to bake some Christmas cookies for the beginning of the season. Just for fun, since his three pupils are working relentlessly on a supply of cookies. They were looking at him funnily when he was mixing the dough.
He was humming softly, as he cut the cookies, and put the next patch into the oven.
"It was as he was rolling out the dough again, that two strong arms sneaked around his hips:"Are you ever coming home tonight?" Harry whispered softly in his ears.
"Yes, I will just finish the baking, i will do the glaze tomorrow," he answered, but leaned back against Harry.
"It's been a while since you made anything but what was on the menu," Harry remarked.
Draco nodded. "I don't like it, on the one hand I have nothing to do and on the other hand watching over the three youngsters I have to be sure they don't slack off."
"Don't get me wrong, I like watching you in the kitchen, I have been here for about twenty minutes, I just didn't want to disturb you," Harry said, kissing his cheek. "But now you are getting tired, so I come to take you home."
"You are right, I have an early morning tomorrow, and it's my shop if I don't finish my work, nobody would dare to mention it," he said.
He took out his wand, and spelled the kitchen clean before he took the last cookies out of the oven, and sat them to cool down on the counter.
"Let's put you into a warm bath, and I will give you a nice foot rub, in exchange for some of your done cookies of course," Harry said, and apparated them home.
"As if I don't already feed you enough sweets. You are lucky your job is so intense otherwise you would be of a shape that is called round already," Draco joked, and kissed Harry softly.
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 621
Rating: G
Prompt: Christmas tree cookies
Warning: don't die of boredom, please
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes:this is the most slice of life fic ever, basically harry drags draco home from work, thats it
Baker woes
"Mister Malfoy, I closed up the shop, and I will be going now, if you don't need any help," the young women said, as she entered his kitchen.
"No, thanks Caroline, that will be all. I will see you tomorrow," Draco answered, concentrating on his work.
"But sir, are you sure?" Caroline asked again.
Draco liked her, better than the former one, but still sometimes hiring muggles was so cumbersome. Still, they knew far better how to interact with muggles than any of his wizard employees. He had tried that, and it had ended in a disaster. But they were useful for the wizarding site of the shop.
"Yes, Caroline. I am perfectly able to work alone in my own kitchen. Go have some fun, you are young, so I am certain you have better things to do than stand in the kitchen with your old boss," he joked, but hoped it would get her going.
"Well, if you are certain sir, good night," she said, but it took a whole minute before she really left the shop.
As she left the shop the wards came up, and Draco breathed a sigh of relief. He liked his trainees, and he liked teaching them the art of patisserie, but sometimes he missed his tiny beginnings, in the come down shop in the middle of nowhere, where he spend all day baking and only opened in the morning and evening hours. He had time to experiment, to try out new stuff, and the people of the village were always blunt if something was not up to taste.
Now that he won several muggle and wizarding competitions in France and Great Britain he had upgraded, and now taught others. He never thought he would miss doing things by himself.
So today he decided to bake some Christmas cookies for the beginning of the season. Just for fun, since his three pupils are working relentlessly on a supply of cookies. They were looking at him funnily when he was mixing the dough.
He was humming softly, as he cut the cookies, and put the next patch into the oven.
"It was as he was rolling out the dough again, that two strong arms sneaked around his hips:"Are you ever coming home tonight?" Harry whispered softly in his ears.
"Yes, I will just finish the baking, i will do the glaze tomorrow," he answered, but leaned back against Harry.
"It's been a while since you made anything but what was on the menu," Harry remarked.
Draco nodded. "I don't like it, on the one hand I have nothing to do and on the other hand watching over the three youngsters I have to be sure they don't slack off."
"Don't get me wrong, I like watching you in the kitchen, I have been here for about twenty minutes, I just didn't want to disturb you," Harry said, kissing his cheek. "But now you are getting tired, so I come to take you home."
"You are right, I have an early morning tomorrow, and it's my shop if I don't finish my work, nobody would dare to mention it," he said.
He took out his wand, and spelled the kitchen clean before he took the last cookies out of the oven, and sat them to cool down on the counter.
"Let's put you into a warm bath, and I will give you a nice foot rub, in exchange for some of your done cookies of course," Harry said, and apparated them home.
"As if I don't already feed you enough sweets. You are lucky your job is so intense otherwise you would be of a shape that is called round already," Draco joked, and kissed Harry softly.
