Drarry Oneshots

French Toast

A/N: Make your own French toast! Link at the bottom. If royally botching up food makes you sad (like me), don't read this.

Draco's Point of View

Draco tried to get out of bed as quietly as possible so as not to wake Harry up, but the floorboards creaked as he left the room. He winced. I'll try to make French toast, he thought. That'll be a nice surprise for Harry. He typically does all the cooking, but I'll give it a go.

When Draco reached the kitchen, he quickly pulled out a recipe book and found the simplest French toast recipe he could. Bread, eggs, milk, spices... he took out all the ingredients and put them out on the kitchen island and began to follow the recipe. 

He put the eggs, milk, and spices together in a bowl. A few tiny bits of shell floated in, unnoticed. Using a spoon, he swirled the ingredients around until the spices weren't in clumps. Then, he poured a ton of oil into a skillet and began to heat it up. As Draco did so, he grabbed some challah from the fridge and cut it into pieces, about one-and-a-half inches thick.

He dunked the bread briefly into the egg mixture, then put it in the skillet. He decided to leave it for a few minutes as he cleaned up. When he came back to the bread, it was charred on the bottom. He frowned, flipped it, and began to clean again.

Draco was mopping the floor as the fire alarm went off. He turned around in alarm to find the toast was smoking on the stove. He put out the toast with a jet of water from his wand, then silenced the smoke detector.

Harry ran downstairs, grinning at the mess. "Hey, Dray. What're you doing?"

"Making you breakfast. But unless you like soggy, charred bread, we're gonna have to make something else," Draco mumbled, looking at the ground.

"Aw, Dray. That's so sweet! Let's clean it up together, then we can have cereal. Okay?"

Harry pulled Draco in for a hug, then pecked him on the lips and tousled his hair. 

Draco scowled. "I love you, but why does it always have to be the hair?"