K for kitchen - Draco
(spins imaginary wheel)
You get...
First person... Crack. So sayeth the wheel.
Headcanon: Draco really likes household pervertables.
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Out of the Pan, Into the Fire
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Did I ever tell you about Malfoy men and love at first sight? It's a whole thing. My father, my grandfather, his grandfather, all the way back to when someone named us after bad faith, because who needs faith when destiny's on your side, am I right?
"Draco! I'm home!" Harry's keys hit the kitchen table.
Father knew he'd marry Mother the instant they met over the Slytherin table. Right there in the Great Hall.
"Draco!"
I knew in Madame Malkin's.
"Ooo, fancy box..."
Well, I knew we'd end up being very important to each other. First impressions took quite a while to undo.
"Oh, wow. Stainless steel?"
But there's something ruthlessly happy about it all.
"This is really nice." Packing paper crinkles. "Hestan?"
The unquestioning devotion in it.
"You spent four-hundred pounds on a fucking skillet?! Why?!"
Excuse me one moment.
"Because the handle will fit nicely up your arse, Potter! Happy anniversary, you bloody idiot!"
"Oh. Shit." Harry spins the skillet, then makes a practice swing like he's playing cricket. "Goddamn, that's nice..." He examines the skillet some more. "Happy anniversary."
Anyway, where were we? Ah, yes. Love at first sight.
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From Smut Headcanon Game
