Harry Potter Snape helped himself to a drink and poured two fingers of fire whisky into a tumbler and walked over and joined Severus on the settee. They had spent Christmas morning together and then headed to the burrow for Christmas dinner. They would, after a couple of hours at the burrow, go home and relax. But after having their dinner and talking and laughing with the Weasleys, even Severus was just content to stay there a while. Sat on the settee, Harry cuddled up to him.
Ron dropped himself in the chair next to the settee. “Harry? How long have you and Severus been together now?”
Harry frowned. “Eleven years, we celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary with a party. How can you not remember?” He laughed.
“I remember the party. I was just asking because all the years you've been together. You are a chef Harry, why don't you cook a Christmas dinner?”
Severus smirked. “Because if ever we did something like that we cook it together and he is afraid people would prefer my food to his.”
Harry sat forwards and looked back at Severus. “That isn't true at all. I know people would prefer my cooking. I am a chef after all so mine will be better.”
Severus raised a single brow. “Oh? So you are saying your food is better than Molly because she isn't a chef.”
Harry blinked. “What? No. I wasn't saying that.” he looked quickly across at Molly who was smiling. “I didn't say that!”
Molly chuckled. “I know dear. Being married to a Slytherin you should be used to his twists and wind ups by now.”
Severus placed his glass down. “Of course. We could settle this once and for all. We each do a turkey for tomorrow. You in your kitchen and me in mine. We will have two women judging. Molly can be one as there is nothing I don't think she can't cook. And the other. Will be Narcissa. All the balls she has held. She knows good food when she sees it.”
“Okay then. I bet my turkey is better.” Harry said. “If it is. You have to wear all red to the new years eve party, complete with red streaks in your hair.”
Severus gave a single nod. “Okay. Husband of mine. If I lose I shall indeed do that. But if I win. You model for me when I do my erotic cakes so I can tell all my customers you were the model.”
“But then everyone will know what my cock looks like.” Harry panicked.
“Harry. It won't be an exact replica. You know how possessive I am. Give me some credit.”
Draco stood up. “Plus it will be a big boost in sales. All the ladies will be buying a replica of Harry Potter Snape's cock, cake style.” he laughed. “Not so confident in your cooking now?” he asked.
Harry scowled at Draco. “Of course I am.” He snapped before looking at his husband and taking his hand. “Deal. But! We can only use what we currently have in our kitchens to do our turkey.”
“Okay Harry. Deal.” Severus answered. Shaking Harry's hand.
Early next morning, Severus opened his bakery, llocking it behind him, he walked into the back room and waved his wand to light the room up. He had surprised everyone, even Harry when he announced he wanted to open a bakery. He still made potions at home for him and Harry when they needed them. After years of making potions and being forced to become a potions master, he wanted to have a clean break away from it. He was actually surprised with the amount of customers he got when he opened, as time went on and his bakery got more popular, he hired more staff to work out front and more workers to work with him in the back.
Severus stood in the middle of his kitchen and looked around before looking at the clock. “A turkey with what I have in here and I have just over four hours…. Bring it on Harry.” He smirked.
Harry walked into the kitchen of his small restaurant and turned on the oven. Placing the turkey on the side, he started opening cupboards and drawers with a smile on his face. “Bring it on Severus.”
That evening Harry and Severus arrived at the Burrow with their turkeys on silver trays under a platter. They both froze when they looked around. It wasn't just Molly and Narcissa standing there, but all the Weasleys along with Draco.
“I thought it would just be us two, Molly and Narcissa.” Harry said as he carefully placed his tray on the table and side stepping out of the way for Severus to place his own tray down.
Draco laughed. “Oh no. We all want to see who will lose this bet and just who has the best turkey. We know it's up to mother and Molly but after that, we can all have a taste. I mean I’ve only had potions and cakes that Severus has made, never had any food he's cooked.”
“Any wisecracks the next potion you have of mine will be poison.” Severus threatened.
Narcissa stepped forwards. “Harry if you want to stay here with me and Molly and we taste yours first. Severus, we will call you when ready.”
Severus only nodded and walked away with Draco and the rest of the Weasleys.
Ten minutes later, Harry walked into the living room. “Severus? Molly and Narcissa are ready for you. Good luck.”
Severus kissed Harry's forehead. “Thank you.”
Ron walked over to Harry when Severus walked into the kitchen. “How was it mate?”
Harry smiled. “Fantastic! Molly and Narcissa really loved it. Molly even said better than hers! Narcissa was talking about the flavour and how it takes no slicing and next dinner party she has she wants me doing the food!”
Ron laughed and patted Harry on the shoulder. “Well done mate you won!”
“Don't be too sure Ron. Mother has sometimes said that and had them do a dinner party for her and she hasn't used them again.” Draco said as he looked at Harry. “That won't be the case with you, who mother has done that to, she doesn't even know them. She knows you.”
Harry nodded. “I do remain hopeful. I mean I do food. Severus makes cakes. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I mean if this was who could make the best cake it would be Severus as I'm better at cooking than baking.”
Molly walked out of the kitchen with Narcissa and Severus. “We have a winner.”
Harry turned around and took Severus’ hand who walked up to him. “Who has won Molly?” He asked.
Molly looked at Narcissa who smiled. “The winner is Severus.”
“What??” Harry gasped. “But I'm the chef! Severus is a Baker.”
“I'm sorry Harry but Severus' turkey was out of this world! The whiskey filling…”
“Whiskey filling?” Harry asked before storming into the kitchen with everyone following. He stopped when he arrived in the kitchen. “What's that!?” He asked. Pointing at Severus’ turkey.
Severus walked in and smirked as people gasped when they saw his turkey and hurried over, picking a fork up to try it. “That is my turkey with whiskey buttercream filling.”
“That's a cake! You've made a cake and done fondant icing and coloured it so it resembles a turkey.” Harry said. “It doesn't count. The bet was for best turkey.”
“Of course it does. You never stated it had to be a meat turkey. I could easily turn around and say yours doesn't count because it isn't a turkey shaped cake.”
“But-”
“Harry, come and try this.” Ron said. “You have to hand it to Severus. I mean you stated it had to be done in your own kitchens using only the tools and ingredients in there, what was Severus supposed to do?”
Harry opened and closed his mouth a few times before looking at his husband. “I'm not modelling.”
“Oh yes you are. I would have dressed in red had I lost. You will strip and model for me. A bet is a bet husband.”
Harry jumped when a hand landed on his shoulder and turned to see Draco smirking at him. “Never mind Harry, have some cake. It's delicious.”
“Bloody Slytherins and their loopholes.” Harry murmured as he walked further into the kitchen.
The end.