It's so hard
“Salazar’s bollocks!”
It appeared today was one of his baking days, and if his yell was any indication, it wasn’t going well.
Hermione sauntered into the kitchen, one of her favorite rooms in their countryside cottage. She had installed a very specific shade of mint green cabinetry with matte gold accents. The thin, vertical subway tiles had a hammered white finish that lent a striking handmade look to the entire wall. A single large island dominated the center, and every centimetre of its butcher block surface was covered with an explosion of flour emanating outward from a visibly frustrated Draco Malfoy.
“Oh, honey, what have you done?”
He didn’t even have the grace of appearing guilty. Waving in exasperation at the cooling rack underneath the powdery mess, he blurted out, “The blasted dough didn’t even rise! And I had my first bout of accidental magic since I don’t even know how long.”
Hermione poked at the lump. “Is that why it’s so…hard?”
All she received was a scowl in reply. Muttering a cleansing spell, he vanished the mess with a short wave of his wand.
“Mrowwwwwwww.”
They both turned to see Crookshanks licking his paws innocently from where he sat on the counter near the oven.
“Draco! You left the oven on.” Moving forward to turn down the dial, she noticed the temperature setting. “Did you mean to bake it this high?”
In a blink, he stood in front of the offending appliance.
“This is not what I set it at.” Narrowed grey eyes turned to her aging cat who paced in front of his food bowl and continued to yowl in annoyance.
“Did you remember to feed him?”
“...”
“You forgot to feed him, didn’t you?”
“Are you seriously implying that the blasted cat sabotaged my bread because he didn’t get his breakfast?”
He was ridiculously adorable when shocked. His look of incredulity darted between herself and Crookshanks. Hermione walked over to fill her familiar’s bowl.
“Do you remember the last time you vanished the morning coffee before I got my cup? Familiars take after their owners, and Crookshanks is old and set in his ways. I’m sure you won’t forget again.”
She tugged the silent wizard down to her height for a chaste kiss. He continued to open and close his mouth without any actual words emerging, and she took the opportunity to rub his pointy nose.
“You missed a spot.”