Drarry - Hot Chocolate
Draco always made hot chocolate with magic. Granger complained every time when she was visiting, saying it tasted “different” than when it was done the muggle way. But Harry only smiled, a bright and crooked grin, whenever Draco sent a cup floating from the kitchen to the table in the living room.
“Thanks, Love,” Harry said, taking a deep sip of the rich beverage Draco floated over this evening, “It’s perfect, as always.”
Draco preened at the praise, and revealed something new in response. “It’s my mother’s spell.”
Harry chuckled. “I’d guessed. This screams Mum with every sip.”
Every time Harry called Narcissa Mum, Draco felt just as warm as if he was drinking her signature cocoa. “I can teach you how to make it, if you want.”
Harry beckoned Draco closer, so he crossed the room and sat in Harry’s lap. “I think I’ll always like it best when you make it for me, but I’m happy to learn if you want to teach me.”
“Maybe tomorrow,” Draco decided, cuddling close to Harry. The fireplace flared up a bit, warming the room and its occupants further.
Harry held the mug up to Draco’s lips, and Draco drank. It tasted as sweet as the evening itself.