“Granger,” a deep voice called out from down the hall. “I’m home.”
“In here,” she shouted back, hoping her voice didn’t sound too distressed.
Hermione wiped the small beads of sweat off her forehead with a towel, rushing to the oven to check on the cake.
Today was not special in any way. If anything, it was especially ordinary.
But Hermione had the day off and decided to surprise her husband with a homemade meal when he arrived home from work as a gesture of her love.
She hadn’t considered the time and effort it would take to make a three course meal all by herself.
His favourite meal was roast turkey and potatoes. The cake had been an addition she made at the last minute. It was the same cake they served at their wedding–vanilla, infused with strawberry purée, topped with creamy frosting. A touch of nostalgia.
At least, the turkey and potatoes were done. Now all she had to do was ice the cake.
“Everything all right?” Draco asked as she stepped out of the kitchen to greet him. He looked down at her with a smirk plastered on his face. “Or is this just normal Gryffindor behaviour?”
She gave him a playful scoff, but leaned up to kiss him before rushing off to begin icing the dessert.
“Sit down,” she said, waving her hand in the direction of the table. “I have a special treat for you.”
“Do you now?” he questioned with amusement. “I think I can already smell it.”
Hermione heard his footsteps retreating and she reentered the kitchen, grabbing the entrée and carrying it out to her husband.
“Here we have sliced roasted turkey with a side of baked potatoes,” she explained, emulating a muggle waitress. “I’ll be out with your dessert shortly.”
A smile tugged the corner of his lips as he tucked a napkin into his shirt.
“Thank you,” he replied. “This restaurant is truly living up to its impeccable reviews.”
She gave him a small smile before returning to the kitchen, deciding to use a dark green colour for the frosting. Her husband loved anything that reminded him of his Hogwarts house.
Unfortunately, Hermione was not as skilled as a muggle baker and the icing did not look as neat as some of the baking shows she watched as a child.
It wouldn’t hurt to use a bit of magic for touch-up purposes, she supposed.
Pulling out her wand, she gave it a light flick and the frosting transformed into a perfectly smooth covering for the cake. Perfect.
She picked it up gently and carefully carried it out to the table. Draco, being a fast eater, had almost devoured his entire main course already.
“Hungry, are we?” she teased, setting the cake down.
He glanced up, shooting her a faux look of annoyance.
“I’m offended, Granger,” he said sarcastically. “I eat at a normal pace for an adult male, I’ll have you know.”
“I’m sure,” she laughed, sitting down across from him. “Anyway, when you’re finished with that, I made a cake too.”
“Is the multi-talented Hermione Granger adding baking to her repertoire too?” he asked, raising his eyebrow.
“Not quite,” she replied impassively, though she beamed internally when she realised his comment had been a compliment in disguise.
Draco sliced it with his wand and levitated it onto his plate. “First you make me a delicious meal and then you top it off with a cake too. If I weren’t mistaken, I’d think you were flirting with me.”
“Maybe I am,” she smiled.
“So you’re saying you have a crush on me?”
“Please, Draco,” she laughed. “We’ve been married for five years.”
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