Mushroom
“Hermione Jean Granger Malfoy!”
Draco heard the clink of a dropped fork hitting the table.
“You are the most impatient witch I’ve ever met!”
He didn’t turn away from the stove, where he was sautéing mushrooms, onions, and garlic.
Hermione crunched her nose at the back of her husbands head while she continued to pick at her plate with her fingers.
“It would taste even better if you’d wait for me to finish the white wine sauce.”
It worked like an accio charm. Hermione swooped around the table to pluck the open bottle of white off the counter.
“It smells amazing.” She complimented, before taking a sip straight from the bottle.
Draco scooped up a tender bit of mushroom on the end of his spatula and blew on it before holding it out for Hermione to taste.
“Have I ever told you I love a man who can cook?”
“You might have mentioned it one or two or a hundred times.” He reclaimed the bottle.
The pan sizzled dramatically as Draco poured in the wine and a cloud of fragrant steam puffed out.
“Almost done,” Draco promised, taking a sip of wine himself.
“Good, because I got you desert!”
Draco chuckled. “You don’t cook!”
Hermione rolled her eyes and sipped from the bottle. “Draco, I got you a present to eat.”
Her sentence was punctuated by the click of the stove turning off.
She watched Draco cast a stasis charm over their food to keep it warm before taking her hand and pulling her toward the bedroom.
“We should have desert before dinner then!”