Formidable

Chapter 10

Stretching his legs, Draco stood up from the breakfast bar, cradling his cup of tea in his hands. He placed it into the sink and ran the water, washing out the rest of the tea and sticking it in the dishwasher beside him.

The two of them didn't particularly like using magic anymore, and had decided to adopt more muggle practices. Obviously they still used wandless magic, Harry more than Draco did, and they still used the floo and apparition, but Draco enjoyed the process of doing dishes and cooking and cleaning without the use of magic. It took his mind off things when Harry was at work. Which was exactly where he was today.

With Harry being at home for the past few months, Draco felt lonely now that he was gone. So he tried to find a few things to occupy himself with. He'd already finished packing for their trip the next day, and he'd cleaned the house thoroughly, had a sort out of the records and the books in the living room, cleaned the kitchen floors, scrubbed the bathroom and pulled weeds from the garden, yet it was still only 2o'clock. Granted, he got up when Harry did at quarter past six and started at around half past, but still, surely it must be later than that?

To be honest, he was bored. There was nothing more for him to do. The TV channels didn't interest him, and he couldn't watch his Netflix show because that was what he and Harry watched together. He'd ran out of options.

So he decided to bake. And it was an absolute disaster.

Harry came through the door at precisely 6:39pm, after nearly a twelve hour shift, into a cloud of flour. Or was it icing sugar? Harry couldn't tell.

Draco's head whipped up at the sound of the front door closing and he peeked his head through the doorway in the kitchen.

"Baby?" Harry called, kicking off his sweat, clad boots and carelessly scraping them to the side, leaving sweaty footprints on the freshly washed floor as he made his way into the kitchen.

"In here!" Draco called back, tossing another stick of butter into the bowl and mashing it in with the flour with a whisk.

"What on Earth are you doing?" Harry coughed as he inhaled flour that was floating about the kitchen. "I'm uh- I'm baking. Well trying to..." Draco shrugged, picking up two eggs and cracking them into the bowl.

Harry sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and trying his hardest not to burst into fits of laugher, failing slightly as he let a snort slip.

Draco giggled, chucking the egg shells into the bin. "What?" He asked, chuckling.

Harry couldn't seem to stop laughing now, each laugh making his body shake, "You-you never bake. And the one time I'm gone you decide to bake!" He hadn't really any idea as to why he found it so funny, but he did. Draco began to laugh too, at first it was silent, which then became a wheeze.

Soon enough they were both cackling wildly, doubling over and falling on the floor, struggling to catch their breath through their laughs.

They sat on the floor, their knees tucked up close to their chests and their backs against the breakfast bar, breathing heavily.

Harry's head tilted towards Draco's, his eyes looking Draco up and down, and finishing back up at his own eyes. Draco smiled at him, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as Harry's hand skated across his thigh.

He let his leg slip down to lay flat on the floor, tilting his head back as Harry's hand travelled further up his thigh, dangerously close to Draco's groin. As Harry's hand pressed into the crease that joined his groin to the top of his thigh, applying pressure, Draco moaned and opened his mouth. Harry bit his lip and ran his hand up and down as Draco moaned quietly.