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Teaching Baboons to Cook
Chapter 4
Harry made it back to his room just as Dinner started. The elves had everything well in hand all they had to do was serve the food. He collapsed on his bed after a nice long showered. He enjoyed is dreamless sleep till noon the next day when he was rudely dragged from his bed by Hermione and Lavender for his costume fitting. Then he was question by the guys on where he was yesterday since no one saw him at all. He mumbled a lie about a potion paper and they believed it. ‘No wonder the girls win more often than not these lads will believe anything.’ Harry thought.
The rest of the weekend went with out much notice expect for the fact that, “The food was not as good as it was yesterday. You missed it Harry it was fantastic.” Ron informed him. It made Harry feel good that his food was appreciated, but other than that it was a quite weekend. He was glad that Ron was appointed quidditch captain, because he was just as brutal in his training methods as Oliver wood was if not worst because at least three days a week he was training and flying till he was comatose. These dreams seem to get stronger and more vivid he really felt like he was going insane.
Back to classes and the dreaded Wednesday came yet again. Wednesday was the day the challenges were decided. Lucky for him it wasn’t mandatory that he be present when the challenges declared just when they happened on Friday. He was training still with muggle Martial Arts Snape insisted he take should he ever lose his wand in battle, he kept up the training after the war keeping up his muscles and graceful movements he acquired from it. He was working away the frustration and welcoming the pain and strain when his solitude was rudely interrupted by the pounding on his door. Sweat dripping from his face and down his bear chest he swore about his concentration being broken. He didn’t bother putting on a shirt as stalked to the door; who ever it was he going to send them away and return to his training.
“What the ever the hell you want me to do you can forget it!” Harry shouted as he tore the door opened to find all of seventh year boys at his door with Ron and Draco at the front. Harry thank god he was better at hiding his feelings cause had this been a year ago he would have slammed the door in Draco’s face and hid under the bed.
“Harry we really need your help! We can’t lose another challenge!” Ron pleaded as his best friend gave him a deadly glare. Draco on the other hand had lost his ability to speak. There was only one thought that ran through his mind as stared at the half naked Gryffindor before him.
‘MERLIN POTTER IS HOT!!!’
“Then Stop challenging the girls and leave me in peace!”
“Harry come on, we need your help. The Girls picked the Challenge. It is a cook off four courses in one hour the muggle way.”
“Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Why the hell did you agreed to that?!”
“There’s more to it Potter.” Draco drawled out finally swallowing back the drool that had pooled in his mouth over the sexy boy in front of him. “Granger has put the condition that you are not allowed to partake in the cook off as we have as she said taken advantage of your generous nature.”
“Well she’s got that right. If I can’t do the challenge why are you all here?”
“Harry we need you to teach us how to cook muggle style before Friday I know you got some recipes we can try.” Ron pleaded.
“You want me to teach twenty guys how to cook in two days impossible!”
“No Potter it’s just eight. Two from each house one course for each team. It can’t be that hard I hear it’s like potions.” The blond Slytherin smirked.
“Is that so? Well let me tell you Potion master Cooking is not an exact science. Not every recipe will turn out the same if you just follow the steps. Even the altitude you are cooking at has a factor in how well your meal will turn out. If you think you can cook muggle style just like potions than go ahead. I don’t need to waste my time and energy on you all. I’ll save it for when the girls win and I’m stuck doing your chores AGAIN!” Harry than slammed the door on their faces.
“Great going Malfoy you just pissed off the one guy in this whole castle that knows how to cook!” Seamus glared.
“He’s right Dray we have asked every guy in every year and no one knows how it seems they are all either rich or spoiled by their mums grandmums, Aunts, or fathers who can’t cook but took them to out to eat every night.” Blaise said pathetically.
“Harry is the only one who actually knows how cook and he’s brilliant at it now you better start apologizing or we are screwed and who know what those girls will have us do!” Ron yelled at the Slytherin prince.
On the other side of the door Harry was pissed he conjured up a punching bag and started punching and kicking the crap out of it. ‘Stupid Malfoy!’ As he was killing the bag with his fist he didn’t hear the door open and Malfoy being pushed through the opening.
“Uh… Potter?” On instinct Harry whirled his body around with fist flying toward the intruder only his magic stopped him an inch from Draco’s pretty face. “Uh…(gulp) Hi.”
“What the fuck are you doing in my room? I could have cracked your skull opened.” The Gryffindor lowered his fist. He may have been smaller then the other seventh years but he worked damn hard at being one of the strongest.
“I came to say I’m sorry I insulted you. We really need your help and we really don’t want to lose again.” Harry turned from Draco’s words and began hitting the bag again. Draco had to hold himself back from jumping the sexy Gryffindor in front of him as he watched the muscles across Harry’s back move and flex before him.
“I don’t see how that is my problem. You guys lose more than you win I’m always stuck doing most of the work so either way I’m screwed. I tired of these games I’m tired of working so damn hard for nothing so you all can go fuck yourselves cause I’m not doing it!” with one last punch Harry sent the bag flying.
“Eep!” Draco jumped back a little afraid of what Harry would do to him, now that he killed the punching bag. “Please Potter! We really need you to teach us, I’ll do anything you ask!”
“Anything Malfoy? That’s very generous or very desperate of you. Fine you and your teams meet me in the kitchens tomorrow after classes and I’ll attempt to teach you baboons to cook. As for your ‘Promise’ I’ll have to think about it.” Harry could feel his heart pounding. He didn’t dare turn and face the Slytherin for fear of his eyes betraying all the emotions he held for the blond.
“Great I’ll tell the others Night Potter.” Once the door had opened and shut signaling Draco’s departure the Gryffindor collapsed on the bed.
“What the Hell have I gotten myself into?”
XXXxxxXXXxxx
“Oh Merlin Potter you do get yourself into the most interesting predicaments.” Snape laughed at the teen sulking in his living room.
“Severus! Stop teasing him.” Remus scolded as he tried in vain to hold back his laughter.
“Yes let’s laugh at the Gryffindor. I don’t think is funny it’s going to take a bloody miracle to teach them all to cook and cook well. Malfoy thinks it’s just like potions. Who knows if he’ll be able to make anything eatable.”
“Look like our services as judges will be needed once again don’t you think Severus?”
“Yes, I do, and you certainly need the extra weight especially in your condition.”
“Condition are you all right Remus? I didn’t even know you were sick! I’m sorry I should have been paying more attention then burdening you with my petty problems.”
“Harry, calm down. You are not a burden and we want you to be able to come to us for any problem you might have no matter how trivial it might be. Your problems are not petty or unimportant to us. We find some of them entertaining.” The werewolf smiled and went to sit beside the distraught teenage. “I have been sick in the morning for a while now and Severus made me go to see Poppy today and she gave us wonderful news. In about eight months you’ll have new baby sister or brother to spoil.”
“You’re having a Baby?! That’s Fantastic!” Harry smiled and hugged his godfather.
“Now back to the cook-off.” Snape interjected.
“You like seeing me miserable don’t you?” Harry glared at his potion Professor/other godfather. His mood went from happy to down right pitiful. “What about the cook-off?”
“Well other than the fact you have to teach them how to cook but what you plan to do about Mr. Malfoy’s promise for your services.” Snape smirked as he watched Harry’s face turn bright red.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do about that either. I wasn’t planning on him saying that. I was going to teach them anyways, I mean after I cooled off that is; I can’t stay mad at the guys forever. I’ll probably let him stew for a while and then tell I have no intention of making him keep the promise.”
“You’re messing with his pride Potter. Malfoys are a created of Pride and honor, he won’t just like it go.”
“Well that’s his problem not mine. Well I better get going I need to set up for my cooking class and I could use the time to unwind before they show up.” Harry got up and gave Remus a hug before heading to the Kitchen.
“Do you think he realizes that he has a habit of singing when he cooks?” Remus mused after the Gryffindor left.
“Not likely. I don’t even think he knows that lately that elf of his has been broadcasting it through out the castle.” Snape smirked as he poured his husband some more tea. Since Saturday Dobby had been casting Sanorus on Harry when ever he was in the kitchen singing. Harry had no clue of the elf’s antics as he just sang as he made himself a snack or he had one of his extra energy fits and made dinner for the castle. Little did he know that his voice was slowly winning the love of over half the student body even though no one had any idea it was him.
“You’re right he is just like James was Oblivious to anything outside of his little world. We’ll just to keep an eye on him and hope for the best.” Remus sighed and waited for the song that was sure to come. Harry was never really good expressing his feeling but when he sang he expressed such emotions that there was no denying the feelings the boy had kept hidden from the world.
XXXxxxXXXxxx
“Afternoon Dobby.”
“Harry Potter Sir! Dobby is Happy to see you!”
“Dobby I need you to clear four preparation tables and get this List of ingredients for me. I’m going to be teaching the lads how to cook for Friday.”
“Right away Harry potter sir!” Dobby scurried away and Harry removed his outer robes and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt then tied on his apron. With the wave of his hand the music once again began to play to his mood. He was nervous about teaching and he didn’t want any promises or favors from Malfoy. It was bad enough with the dreams now he had to deal with him up close and personal while trying not to act like a love sick fool. He berated himself over and over again to give up on these foolish dreams and idea of a happily ever after with the gorgeous blond Slytherin that was way out of his league. Soon his insecurities came pouring out in is voice as he began to sing sad melody that was playing.
When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special
“Severus how can we protect him from a broken heart?” Remus asked sadly as he listened to the sorrow in Harry’s heart.
“We can’t we can only be there for him.” Severus said softly as he wrapped his arms around the werewolf in a comforting hug.
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
“It’s that voice again.” Draco whispered. As the Music flooded the Charms class room many of the girls were swooning from the Angelic voice. With the appearance of the singer once again all classes came to a stand still as if the Voice was magic itself.
I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
“It Harry again.”
“You’re right Dean and its Malfoy’s fault.”
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell I'm doing here?
I don't belong here
“Come on Seamus Malfoy doesn’t know its Harry or that Harry loves him.” Unlike Ron Dean and Seamus knew exactly what their dorm mate was hiding. It was hard to miss the longing look the stretched out quidditch games against Slytherin and Harry Working himself to the bone for a dreamless night sleep.
She's running out the door
She's running out
She runs… runs… runs…
“Doesn’t matter Dean, Malfoy doesn’t deserve Harry!” Seamus glared but then he relented. “But I do want to see Harry finally happy, not sad like this.”
“I know well just have to help them along, because in the end Harry’s happiness is what really matters.”
“You’re right and we’ll start by using this cook off. I’ll tell Ron we volunteer to cook.” Seamus ran out the library smiling at the plan forming in his head.
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here…
Harry waved the music off and sighed. ‘Well that was depressing but I do feel better getting it out. Oh! They’ll be here soon I better finish up this bread.’
XXXxxxXXXxxx
At 4 o’clock his reluctant students began to arrive. He was surprised to see Dean and Seamus walk through he expected Ron to be one of the Challengers. Then there was Draco and Blaise as well as Terry and Timothy from Ravenclaw. It seems that terry was out for revenge for last weeks defeat. Lastly there was Angus and John from Hufflepuff.
“Well I’m glad you all could make let’s hope these lessons aren’t in Vain. Now who’s doing what course?”
“Here Harry. The girls wrote it down.” Dean handed him the note.
“Ok, Hufflepuff will be making the appetizers, and Ravenclaw will be making a soup; Gryffindors Main course and Slytherin desserts. Okay I created a simple Menu that you should be able to pull of by the grace of the gods. Table 1 Hufflepuff, table 2 Ravenclaw, table 3 Gryffindors and table for Slytherins. Harry waved his wand and four Blackboards appeared with four different Recipes written on them. “Now Gentlemen remove you outer robes and put on the aprons and make sure you hands are washed because this is going to get messy. There will be no goofing off in this class or I’ll make Snape look like Miss Mary Sunshine.” Harry growled out as his eyes glowed with power. This had all the boys shaking with fear. Suddenly the power was shut off and Harry was back to normal. “Ok? Now let’s get started!
Harry made it back to his room just as Dinner started. The elves had everything well in hand all they had to do was serve the food. He collapsed on his bed after a nice long showered. He enjoyed is dreamless sleep till noon the next day when he was rudely dragged from his bed by Hermione and Lavender for his costume fitting. Then he was question by the guys on where he was yesterday since no one saw him at all. He mumbled a lie about a potion paper and they believed it. ‘No wonder the girls win more often than not these lads will believe anything.’ Harry thought.
The rest of the weekend went with out much notice expect for the fact that, “The food was not as good as it was yesterday. You missed it Harry it was fantastic.” Ron informed him. It made Harry feel good that his food was appreciated, but other than that it was a quite weekend. He was glad that Ron was appointed quidditch captain, because he was just as brutal in his training methods as Oliver wood was if not worst because at least three days a week he was training and flying till he was comatose. These dreams seem to get stronger and more vivid he really felt like he was going insane.
Back to classes and the dreaded Wednesday came yet again. Wednesday was the day the challenges were decided. Lucky for him it wasn’t mandatory that he be present when the challenges declared just when they happened on Friday. He was training still with muggle Martial Arts Snape insisted he take should he ever lose his wand in battle, he kept up the training after the war keeping up his muscles and graceful movements he acquired from it. He was working away the frustration and welcoming the pain and strain when his solitude was rudely interrupted by the pounding on his door. Sweat dripping from his face and down his bear chest he swore about his concentration being broken. He didn’t bother putting on a shirt as stalked to the door; who ever it was he going to send them away and return to his training.
“What the ever the hell you want me to do you can forget it!” Harry shouted as he tore the door opened to find all of seventh year boys at his door with Ron and Draco at the front. Harry thank god he was better at hiding his feelings cause had this been a year ago he would have slammed the door in Draco’s face and hid under the bed.
“Harry we really need your help! We can’t lose another challenge!” Ron pleaded as his best friend gave him a deadly glare. Draco on the other hand had lost his ability to speak. There was only one thought that ran through his mind as stared at the half naked Gryffindor before him.
‘MERLIN POTTER IS HOT!!!’
“Then Stop challenging the girls and leave me in peace!”
“Harry come on, we need your help. The Girls picked the Challenge. It is a cook off four courses in one hour the muggle way.”
“Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Why the hell did you agreed to that?!”
“There’s more to it Potter.” Draco drawled out finally swallowing back the drool that had pooled in his mouth over the sexy boy in front of him. “Granger has put the condition that you are not allowed to partake in the cook off as we have as she said taken advantage of your generous nature.”
“Well she’s got that right. If I can’t do the challenge why are you all here?”
“Harry we need you to teach us how to cook muggle style before Friday I know you got some recipes we can try.” Ron pleaded.
“You want me to teach twenty guys how to cook in two days impossible!”
“No Potter it’s just eight. Two from each house one course for each team. It can’t be that hard I hear it’s like potions.” The blond Slytherin smirked.
“Is that so? Well let me tell you Potion master Cooking is not an exact science. Not every recipe will turn out the same if you just follow the steps. Even the altitude you are cooking at has a factor in how well your meal will turn out. If you think you can cook muggle style just like potions than go ahead. I don’t need to waste my time and energy on you all. I’ll save it for when the girls win and I’m stuck doing your chores AGAIN!” Harry than slammed the door on their faces.
“Great going Malfoy you just pissed off the one guy in this whole castle that knows how to cook!” Seamus glared.
“He’s right Dray we have asked every guy in every year and no one knows how it seems they are all either rich or spoiled by their mums grandmums, Aunts, or fathers who can’t cook but took them to out to eat every night.” Blaise said pathetically.
“Harry is the only one who actually knows how cook and he’s brilliant at it now you better start apologizing or we are screwed and who know what those girls will have us do!” Ron yelled at the Slytherin prince.
On the other side of the door Harry was pissed he conjured up a punching bag and started punching and kicking the crap out of it. ‘Stupid Malfoy!’ As he was killing the bag with his fist he didn’t hear the door open and Malfoy being pushed through the opening.
“Uh… Potter?” On instinct Harry whirled his body around with fist flying toward the intruder only his magic stopped him an inch from Draco’s pretty face. “Uh…(gulp) Hi.”
“What the fuck are you doing in my room? I could have cracked your skull opened.” The Gryffindor lowered his fist. He may have been smaller then the other seventh years but he worked damn hard at being one of the strongest.
“I came to say I’m sorry I insulted you. We really need your help and we really don’t want to lose again.” Harry turned from Draco’s words and began hitting the bag again. Draco had to hold himself back from jumping the sexy Gryffindor in front of him as he watched the muscles across Harry’s back move and flex before him.
“I don’t see how that is my problem. You guys lose more than you win I’m always stuck doing most of the work so either way I’m screwed. I tired of these games I’m tired of working so damn hard for nothing so you all can go fuck yourselves cause I’m not doing it!” with one last punch Harry sent the bag flying.
“Eep!” Draco jumped back a little afraid of what Harry would do to him, now that he killed the punching bag. “Please Potter! We really need you to teach us, I’ll do anything you ask!”
“Anything Malfoy? That’s very generous or very desperate of you. Fine you and your teams meet me in the kitchens tomorrow after classes and I’ll attempt to teach you baboons to cook. As for your ‘Promise’ I’ll have to think about it.” Harry could feel his heart pounding. He didn’t dare turn and face the Slytherin for fear of his eyes betraying all the emotions he held for the blond.
“Great I’ll tell the others Night Potter.” Once the door had opened and shut signaling Draco’s departure the Gryffindor collapsed on the bed.
“What the Hell have I gotten myself into?”
XXXxxxXXXxxx
“Oh Merlin Potter you do get yourself into the most interesting predicaments.” Snape laughed at the teen sulking in his living room.
“Severus! Stop teasing him.” Remus scolded as he tried in vain to hold back his laughter.
“Yes let’s laugh at the Gryffindor. I don’t think is funny it’s going to take a bloody miracle to teach them all to cook and cook well. Malfoy thinks it’s just like potions. Who knows if he’ll be able to make anything eatable.”
“Look like our services as judges will be needed once again don’t you think Severus?”
“Yes, I do, and you certainly need the extra weight especially in your condition.”
“Condition are you all right Remus? I didn’t even know you were sick! I’m sorry I should have been paying more attention then burdening you with my petty problems.”
“Harry, calm down. You are not a burden and we want you to be able to come to us for any problem you might have no matter how trivial it might be. Your problems are not petty or unimportant to us. We find some of them entertaining.” The werewolf smiled and went to sit beside the distraught teenage. “I have been sick in the morning for a while now and Severus made me go to see Poppy today and she gave us wonderful news. In about eight months you’ll have new baby sister or brother to spoil.”
“You’re having a Baby?! That’s Fantastic!” Harry smiled and hugged his godfather.
“Now back to the cook-off.” Snape interjected.
“You like seeing me miserable don’t you?” Harry glared at his potion Professor/other godfather. His mood went from happy to down right pitiful. “What about the cook-off?”
“Well other than the fact you have to teach them how to cook but what you plan to do about Mr. Malfoy’s promise for your services.” Snape smirked as he watched Harry’s face turn bright red.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do about that either. I wasn’t planning on him saying that. I was going to teach them anyways, I mean after I cooled off that is; I can’t stay mad at the guys forever. I’ll probably let him stew for a while and then tell I have no intention of making him keep the promise.”
“You’re messing with his pride Potter. Malfoys are a created of Pride and honor, he won’t just like it go.”
“Well that’s his problem not mine. Well I better get going I need to set up for my cooking class and I could use the time to unwind before they show up.” Harry got up and gave Remus a hug before heading to the Kitchen.
“Do you think he realizes that he has a habit of singing when he cooks?” Remus mused after the Gryffindor left.
“Not likely. I don’t even think he knows that lately that elf of his has been broadcasting it through out the castle.” Snape smirked as he poured his husband some more tea. Since Saturday Dobby had been casting Sanorus on Harry when ever he was in the kitchen singing. Harry had no clue of the elf’s antics as he just sang as he made himself a snack or he had one of his extra energy fits and made dinner for the castle. Little did he know that his voice was slowly winning the love of over half the student body even though no one had any idea it was him.
“You’re right he is just like James was Oblivious to anything outside of his little world. We’ll just to keep an eye on him and hope for the best.” Remus sighed and waited for the song that was sure to come. Harry was never really good expressing his feeling but when he sang he expressed such emotions that there was no denying the feelings the boy had kept hidden from the world.
XXXxxxXXXxxx
“Afternoon Dobby.”
“Harry Potter Sir! Dobby is Happy to see you!”
“Dobby I need you to clear four preparation tables and get this List of ingredients for me. I’m going to be teaching the lads how to cook for Friday.”
“Right away Harry potter sir!” Dobby scurried away and Harry removed his outer robes and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt then tied on his apron. With the wave of his hand the music once again began to play to his mood. He was nervous about teaching and he didn’t want any promises or favors from Malfoy. It was bad enough with the dreams now he had to deal with him up close and personal while trying not to act like a love sick fool. He berated himself over and over again to give up on these foolish dreams and idea of a happily ever after with the gorgeous blond Slytherin that was way out of his league. Soon his insecurities came pouring out in is voice as he began to sing sad melody that was playing.
When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special
“Severus how can we protect him from a broken heart?” Remus asked sadly as he listened to the sorrow in Harry’s heart.
“We can’t we can only be there for him.” Severus said softly as he wrapped his arms around the werewolf in a comforting hug.
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
“It’s that voice again.” Draco whispered. As the Music flooded the Charms class room many of the girls were swooning from the Angelic voice. With the appearance of the singer once again all classes came to a stand still as if the Voice was magic itself.
I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
“It Harry again.”
“You’re right Dean and its Malfoy’s fault.”
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell I'm doing here?
I don't belong here
“Come on Seamus Malfoy doesn’t know its Harry or that Harry loves him.” Unlike Ron Dean and Seamus knew exactly what their dorm mate was hiding. It was hard to miss the longing look the stretched out quidditch games against Slytherin and Harry Working himself to the bone for a dreamless night sleep.
She's running out the door
She's running out
She runs… runs… runs…
“Doesn’t matter Dean, Malfoy doesn’t deserve Harry!” Seamus glared but then he relented. “But I do want to see Harry finally happy, not sad like this.”
“I know well just have to help them along, because in the end Harry’s happiness is what really matters.”
“You’re right and we’ll start by using this cook off. I’ll tell Ron we volunteer to cook.” Seamus ran out the library smiling at the plan forming in his head.
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here…
Harry waved the music off and sighed. ‘Well that was depressing but I do feel better getting it out. Oh! They’ll be here soon I better finish up this bread.’
XXXxxxXXXxxx
At 4 o’clock his reluctant students began to arrive. He was surprised to see Dean and Seamus walk through he expected Ron to be one of the Challengers. Then there was Draco and Blaise as well as Terry and Timothy from Ravenclaw. It seems that terry was out for revenge for last weeks defeat. Lastly there was Angus and John from Hufflepuff.
“Well I’m glad you all could make let’s hope these lessons aren’t in Vain. Now who’s doing what course?”
“Here Harry. The girls wrote it down.” Dean handed him the note.
“Ok, Hufflepuff will be making the appetizers, and Ravenclaw will be making a soup; Gryffindors Main course and Slytherin desserts. Okay I created a simple Menu that you should be able to pull of by the grace of the gods. Table 1 Hufflepuff, table 2 Ravenclaw, table 3 Gryffindors and table for Slytherins. Harry waved his wand and four Blackboards appeared with four different Recipes written on them. “Now Gentlemen remove you outer robes and put on the aprons and make sure you hands are washed because this is going to get messy. There will be no goofing off in this class or I’ll make Snape look like Miss Mary Sunshine.” Harry growled out as his eyes glowed with power. This had all the boys shaking with fear. Suddenly the power was shut off and Harry was back to normal. “Ok? Now let’s get started!