Harry and his Brainy Girls

Harry and his Brainy Girls

By: Sheltie

I don’t own Harry Potter at all

 

Chapter 188: Fleur Delacour

“Oh no” Fleur bemoaned.

Before her was a pot of boiling water spilling over. She then saw smoke and she raced to take out whatever was smoking. She grabbed it then pulled it out quickly. Luckily she put on an oven mitt beforehand or else she’d have got burned. Once the now charred and smoking item was out of the oven she tossed it into the sink and hosed it down with water letting steam hiss as water hit the ruined piece of food and hot pan. The stove was finally off and Fleur looked completely frazzled. Her usually kept hair was in utter disarray.

“I need help” she groaned as she looked at the mess in her kitchen.

/Scene Break/

In a small little café Harry was sipping on his café latte. He was sitting directly across from Fleur. She had just told him about her latest disaster in the kitchen.

“I don’t understand why you’re so adamant about knowing how to cook like a muggle Fleur. You grew in a home with house elves and you know you can learn spells that can help make cooking a lot easier” Harry said.

“I know Harry, but I’ve wanted to learn for a long time” Fleur said as she sipped her drink.

“I can teach you if you want” Harry offered.

“I don’t want to be a burden Harry” Fleur said.

“You won’t be a burden at all Fleur. You’re a friend and I always help my friends” Harry said.

“You’re kind Harry, but you’ve heard me tell you all my kitchen disasters. I’m hopeless” Fleur said frowning as she bowed her head down.

“You’re not hopeless at all Fleur. You just need someone to help you that’s all” Harry said.

“You really think that?” Fleur asked feeling hope slowly rise within her.

“I do, so lets set up a time and I’ll come over” Harry said.

Fleur smiled and nodded.

/Scene Break/

That night Fleur was preparing things for the cooking lesson. She had tied her hair back. She heard the bell and she got to the door to find Harry with his arms full of groceries. Fleur helped him take the bags.

“Thanks Fleur, well, lets get this put away then we can get started” Harry said.

Fleur nodded.

She led Harry to the kitchen and Harry started to put things away.

“So what are we going to cook tonight?” Fleur asked.

“I was thinking of starting of easy for tonight” Harry said.

“Well, I was thinking of doing something simple for tonight. So spaghetti and meatballs sounds good with garlic bread” Harry said.

“Okay, where do we start?” Fleur asked bobbing her head.

Harry then began instructing Fleur on what to do. A big pot of water was set on the stove with the heat on high. Fleur helped cut up the French bread Harry had bought. He was working on the meatballs.

“Um Harry, how do we do the garlic bread?” Fleur asked.

“Simple Fleur. See that container there. That’s garlic butter. Just spread it on all the pieces of bread you’ve cut and then we’ll place them in the oven for a spell til they get crisp” Harry said then went to wash his hands.

Fleur did as she was told buttered up all the bread. Harry told her to not be stingy with the garlic butter. After that she placed the bread on a pan lined with aluminum foil and placed it in the oven that was already re-heated on a low heat. So they wouldn’t burn.

“Okay, now that is done. I’ll check the water and then get to cooking the meatballs” Harry said.

Fleur nodded. She watched Harry work and was amazed how fluid Harry was in the kitchen. She had heard that Harry learned how to cook when he lived with his relatives, but didn’t know the whole story at all. She always felt like she’d invade his privacy if she asked.

“Harry, you’re such a natural in the kitchen. Are you sure we can’t get married?” Fleur joked.

“Is that a true offer Miss Delacour? Since I know you’d really upset Gabrielle if we did get hitched” Harry said with a smile.

“Oh her, she’d just have to get used to being a brother-in-law and not potential husband” Fleur said.

The two laughed at this as the water began to bubble. Harry then had Fleur place the uncooked pasta noodles in. Fleur did so and felt great. She was cooking and nothing bad had happened.

“You’re doing good Fleur” Harry said as he was turning the meatballs.

“I am?” Fleur asked.

“Yeah, better than Hermione. She can burn water to tell you the truth” Harry said.

“Really, the brightest witch of her age can’t cook” Fleur said with an arched eyebrow.

“Yeah, you’d think since she could do potions well she could cook. But no, she can’t” Harry said shaking his head.

Fleur couldn’t help, but feel her ego and confidence get a boost knowing that she can cook better than Hermione Granger.

“I’ve tried many times to teach Hermione how to cook. None of it helped” Harry said.

“I am sure that she could do a little” Fleur said trying to be nice.

“No, the most used item in her kitchen is a extinguishing charm for the fires. She orders out or goes out to eat. Or when she can talk me into cooking for her” Harry said.

Fleur shook her head as she imagined Hermione sweet talking Harry into cooking for her. She just had to giggle at this.

Harry then checked Fleur’s progress and nodded.

Soon the noodles were ready and Harry had Fleur strain the water from the cooked noodles. After that Harry had Fleur heat up the tomato sauce. He then had Fleur take out the garlic bread. It smelled so good that it made Fleur’s mouth water.

“Okay, the meatballs looked ready” Harry said.

He then strained all the grease and fat from the meatballs and then dropped them all into the tomato sauce and stirred them in.

“Fleur, could you grab the cheese I bought and then the grater?” Harry asked.

Fleur grabbed the cheese and then the grater. Harry had Fleur cut pieces of cheese and then grate them. Harry grabbed some plates and served up the spaghetti on the plate then grabbed some of the grated cheese and placed it on top then poured on the sauce and meatballs and finally adding on more cheese.

At the table there were two plates of spaghetti with meatballs. There was a basket full of hot garlic bread. Harry had a bought a bottle of wine and the two ate and chatted. Fleur was pleased with what she had done even though Harry did most of the work. It was a lot better than what she could do on her own.

“I want to thank you Harry for helping me tonight” Fleur said.

“No problem Fleur, but this is only the start. We’ll have many more cooking lessons” Harry said.

“I can’t wait. You’re a very good teacher” Fleur said.

The two toasted each other with their wineglasses with smiles.

 

End