Found the cook

Found the cook

Author: Ancient Will-o’-the-Wisp

Beta: Great “serpensortia” . . . my sweet and mostly fast darling

Warnings: Yaoi, just that you’re warned. Don’t like, don’t read! Like always I fear they are OOC, sorry but I’ll do my best. Draco had never been in Hogwarts in this story because his family lives in France. Well, Voldie had never excited but Harry’s still special because . . . well he’s Harry. ^-^

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Harry Potter (and all other characters and Hogwarts of cause) belong to J.K. Rowling. But I’m saving my money for a new computer which isn’t crashing down on me every ½ hour. Oh! And Ryan is mine!

Pairings: Harry x Draco
Pansy x Neville
Hermione and Ryan

Summery: Harry is searching for something but does not know for what. After 4 years, he is back in England with what he had searched for and invites his friends over to meet Draco Malfoy.

A/N: Everyone already knows that I’m a commuter and Gudrun is too. We met on the train station and somehow began to talk. During one of our rides to work she told me about the story when her husband and her fell in love and his friends wanted to meet her. So she cooked her “Firemeat” with a bit to much of hot sauce.
This story is dedicated to her because without her this story would not exist at all . . . or at least not out of my pen. Have fun everybody.


“Harry? Is everything alright?” the brown-haired girl asked softly with worry shining clearly in her eyes.

“I don’t know.” the raven-haired boy mumbled and shook his head slightly as if to clear it. “It feels as if there’s something missing.”

“What do you mean?” Neville Longbottom whispered confused when he came over to his two friends.

“Something’s off, just wrong, missing. But I don’t know what or why.” he tried to explaining without wanting to talk to his friend. He felt a strange pull to go . . . somewhere; to go and search for something he did not know.

“You’re looking stressed man.” a brunette boy muttered when he strode over too and took Hermione Granger’s hand in his own.

“I need to go.” Harry croaked out and turned away from his friends.

Hermione furrowed her brows in worry but stayed back still holding her graduation report in her hand. “Does he know what he’s doing?” she mumbled and leaned against her boyfriend. “I have no clue love. Give him time.” he answered softly trying to soothe her sorrow a bit.

“He has been acting strange since the tri-wizarding-tournament. At least he waited to run off until we finished school.” Pansy Parkinson hummed annoyed and put her arms around Neville to cuddle him softly.

“Don’t be this harsh with him. We have found someone to love, he hasn’t. It’s his right to search for it.” the gentle boy replied and kissed his girlfriends neck shyly.

“You think that is it?” Hermione asked with sudden big eyes.

However, Neville just shook his head. “I don’t know.” he whispered again with another shake of his head. “But it seems like it, don’t you think?”

They fell silent for a long time still standing in each other’s arms.
“Maybe it does.” the intelligent girl finally replied softly.

***


Hi,

First of all, I’m back in England
and found what I was searching for.
I know all of you would like to meet him too,
so I talked him into your invitation for dinner on Friday.

Hope to see you then,

Harry

“He has chanced.” was the first what Hermione said still staring on the card in her hands. “But who wouldn’t after being gone for four years?”

“It feels strange to hear from him now and in such a happy tone.” mumbled Pansy silently and stared at the writing.

“Maybe this ‘Him’ had written it and is making him happy.” Neville remarked in his soft voice and looked at them in question.

“It seems like it, doesn’t it?” replied Ryan thoughtful and looked up. “Are you going?”

“Of course! He’s still our friend!”

“Wouldn’t miss the chance to see this ‘Him’.”

“I’d like to.”

“Okay, okay. Just don’t shout at me. It was only a question.” the brunette man muttered and lifted his hands in defence.

“We’ll have to wait till Friday to be sure of anything.” muttered Neville thoughtful and tugged the card away. “He has to answer our questions; we can’t do this for him.”

“Whoa . . . sweetie! Since when are you so wise?” Pansy asked with shining eyes and gave him a look over.

The gentle man laughed softly with a blush on his cheeks. “Since I’m dating you.”

“That’s not true. We started going out in sixth year at Hogwarts and back there you weren’t. Just admit it! You sneaked into the library and learned some stuff!” she cried out and nudged his sides playfully.

“Come on you two. We still have to buy some things . . . for them and . . . ah fuck it!” shouted Hermione in her frustration and tugged at her hair to calm herself.

“Woman! I didn’t know you had it in you!” laughed her husband and petted her shoulder in encouragement.

“Leave me alone.” she snarled playfully and wiggled out of his touch.

“And I thought that I was the Slytherin here.” Pansy laughed and tugged her man after her to follow her friends.

***

“Everything alright, poppet?” Harry asked gently and wound his arms around the blond beauty from behind.

“Of course; I’m almost done. But I hadn’t tried it yet.” the pale man mumbled suddenly worried.

After Harry had convinced him to invite his old friends over, he had thought hard what he should cook for this evening. After all they were still his beloved one’s friends and that meant that they would judge him . . . if he was good enough for him or . . .

Finally, he had decided to try his firemeat but stood in front of a little quest. This recipe was actually meant to be for only four people but they would be six . . . so he had doubled it but Harry had asked it be extra hot . . . and he tried out 2 ½ bottles of salsa sauce. But, now he feared it would be too hot and they wouldn’t dare to take more than one bite.

“You’re worrying too much, love. They will love you just as much as I do after they tried your delicious food.” the raven-haired man mumbled while he nibbled softly on the nape of the blonde’s neck.

“You think so? I mean this is important because I wouldn’t know what to do when they don’t like me because they are your friends and . . .”

Harry was right; he was worrying too much about things that he could not control. Sighing he titled his head softly and pressed back into his lover of four years to soothe his own tense nerves.

“Do you think we have enough time left so I can ravish you once more today?” Harry chuckled softly and rubbed his hips playfully against the man’s arse.
“You’re unbelievable!” the blonde cried out laughing and shook his head.

“Oh come on, poppet. Don’t be so cruel!” the emerald-eyed man laughed wetly against his lover’s neck.

The blond man giggled amused but pushed away from the man behind him and tugged the plug out of their sink.

“I need my hand lotion. Would you be so kind to . . . ?” he asked with an angelic expression on his face and smiled softly at the taller man.

With a grinning sigh, Harry marched into their bedroom and come out with the lotion and a silvery piece of jewellery. “You forgot your promise.” he whimpered softly with pitiful eyes and a pout on his lips.

“I didn’t but the promise has nothing to do with my kitchen.” the blonde complained and rolled his eyes.

“Well?” Harry motioned towards the bracelet still pouting.

“Oh come on, you big baby!” his lover sighed but snickered silently when he took the silver bracelet and put it on. “Satisfied?”

“Not quite. Can I have a kiss to sooth my ruffled nerves because you forgot your promise?” the raven-haired man asked still pouting but a grin was threatening to show on his face.

“I don’t think so! You’ve been a bad boy today.”

“When?” Harry asked with shocked wide-open eyes. Awed he watched his lover crossing his arms and tapping his foot impatiently until a smile crossed his face shortly. “I don’t know but who knows . . . There’s still tonight.”

“Bad poppet. Very bad poppet.” Harry mumbled softly the pout still on his lips until he held his lover close to him.

The blond man laughed and kissed his devotee tenderly but then threatened to wiggle out of his reach. “Nothing like that, poppet. You still owe me a proper kiss.” Harry growled playfully and tugged his lover flush against him again.

“You really are a big baby.” the blonde sighed but reached up to touch Harry’s cheeks softly.

“Mhm . . .” Harry spoke softly, unfocused; his eyes glued to the full pink lip of the man in his arms.

Tenderly the blond man caressed his beloved one’s face; his eyes soft and longing. Slowly he pulled Harry’s face down, their lips almost touching now. With a shuddering breath, he closed his eyes and touched their lips together.

The two men kissed softly until Harry’s grip on his devotee’s waist tightened. With a quiet mumble, the raven-haired man opened his mouth to taste his lover properly. Gently he traced his bottom lip and was not satisfied until he heard a soft mewl.

Gently their tongues met and stroked each other in a playful battle of dominance. Harry let out a soft hum and was about to deepen their kiss even more when their doorbell rang loudly and shattered their own little hyperventilating universe.

Harry moaned annoyed but shuffled towards his door nevertheless. With a sigh, he pulled the door open a smirk on in his lips. “Perfect timing, like always.”

“What kind of greeting is that?” Pansy snickered and pushed him away good-naturedly.

“I see you haven’t changed a bit Pansy.” Harry teased with a grant smile on his face. “Other then you, I think.” Hermione mentioned still staying outside of his door.

“Don’t play all tactful. Come in already.” the raven-haired man grinned and scrutinized them with sparkling emerald eyes.

“Just you wait until I get you alone. There will be a lecture you wouldn’t forget that easily.” the brown-haired woman laughed and shook her head.

“Yeah . . . Since everything’s still the same . . . Where’s your . . . where’s the thing you were searching for?” Ryan interrupted and pushed his wife a bit further into the flat.

“Right here. Folks, I want you to meet Draco Malfoy.” Harry finally introduced the blond man with a guarded expression on his face.

“Nice to meet you.” Draco muttered kindly and held out his hand to everyone.

“Wow! You’ve gotten yourself a great example of a man there.” Pansy panted out, her eyes never leaving this beauty of a man.

“She’s right . . . He’s incredible . . . almost perfect.” Hermione hummed in agreement.

“I’m sorry but this incredible example of a man is still standing here and hearing every word.” Draco growled and crossed his arms with a touch of importance and arrogance.

“Yeah . . . Hermione you despicable woman! Already forgotten about your husband?” Ryan said and shook his head with a big grin.

“Uhm . . . Pansy? Would you . . . uh.” stuttered Neville softly and tugged on his wife’s arm.
“It seems like I have to keep and eye on the two of you.” Harry sighed and manoeuvred them into their dining room.

“Come on, poppet get your work started.” the raven-haired man mumbled and pushed his lover a bit but didn’t let him leave before stroking his arse softly, noticeable to everyone in the room.
With bright red cheeks, the blonde rushed into his kitchen.

Shit!

“What was that old guy? Lusting after him while we are still sitting here… actually haven’t even sat down.”

“Well . . . I just love touching him and showing that he’s mine.” the emerald-eyed man grinned and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“How come?” Hermione wanted to know, a strange glitter in her eyes.

“Mhm . . . I don’t know. It just feels good to be able to touch him whenever I want to and just because I want to. I hadn’t known that that feeling was even possible. And like I said, I like to show that he belongs to me and no one else.” Harry tried to explain with an honest expression on his face.

“Of course you like to show me around. Who wouldn’t? You’re just lucky because normally I wouldn’t even had looked at your ugly little face twice when you hadn’t been so . . . well equipped.” the blonde drawled with a sarcastic smirk on his lips.

Interested the blonde noticed that suddenly Harry’s friends were stiff and holding their breath. He lifted an eyebrow in puzzlement and placed a bowl of soup on the table.

Hermione almost had gasped in shock when she heard the blonde’s reply. She remembered clearly that in school Harry would have exploded from furry and probably jumped who ever was stupid enough to mess with him.

“You love me; just admit it!” Harry laughed and tugged Draco onto his lap when he had placed the bowl on the table.

“I don’t know . . . I forgot my promise, didn’t I?” Draco teased calmly and petted his lover’s head as if pitying him.

“Yeah . . . and I think you still have to make up for that.” the raven-haired man drawled softly and stroked the blonde’s back only every now and then touching his arse.

Pansy in disbelief rubbed her eyes. The two had totally forgotten the presence of other people in the room and were looking deeply into each other’s eyes.

Ryan cleared his throat and looked at Hermione as if asking why she was watching them so closely.
Neville tried his best to hide his heated face. Somehow, he felt unwelcome and very uncomfortable.

Hermione meanwhile watched them like a hawk. It was quite surprising seeing Harry calm, collected and . . . smitten. He seemed to be totally wrapped around the blond man’s tiny finger.

“Now . . . what would you like to drink?” Harry asked suddenly and pushed Draco off his lap with a last clap. He just loved toughing the man.

“You stay here with your friends! Your bad taste in wine and cocktails would probable destroy my cooking!” the blonde cried out and rushed into the kitchen.

All talking stopped until Draco sat again on his chair beside his lover.

“What have you meant with ‘Promise’?” Hermione asked unexpectedly and earned a lifted brow from Harry.

“Well . . . you see this little bracelet with the tiny key on it?” the raven-haired man asked and lifted Draco’s right arm to show the silvery piece of jewellery.

“This key was my promise to him to love him, protect him, trust him . . . you get the meaning I think.”

“You’ve forgotten that it also means that you have to entertain me.” the blonde smirked playfully and batted his eyelashes at his lover.

“Right.” Harry answered absently still looking at his friends.

“Why have only you made such a promise and why do you call it his promise when you have promised all this to him?” the brown-haired woman asked and huffed when she felt a kick to her shin.

“Hermione, lovely. This is not a cross-examination.” Ryan mentioned and looked at his fingers but he could feel her glare and did his best not to cringe. After all, this woman could be dangerous when she was mad.

“He made a promise too.” Harry mumbled softly and petted Draco’s leg softly. “Yeah but I don’t have to entertain you because you can do this alone quite good.” the blonde reported and winked lovingly at him.

“Yeah.” Harry chuckled and looked finally up.

“Where is it then?” Hermione demanded to know and tried not to bang her fists on the table. She just could not stop herself. She felt overprotective about Harry suddenly and wanted to make sure that this blond beauty was good enough for him even when she could not explain why.

Smiling softly, Harry lifted a necklace with an equal key on it to show that Draco too had made such a promise. “Well . . . it’s his promise now because I gifted it to him. I made the promise but now it’s his because it was a gift.” Harry tried to explain and felt a bit cross-eyed. He had confused himself and could see that he was not the only one.

“Maybe this would be easer to explain when you don’t use the word promise every other word.” Pansy muttered and looked around. She smiled happily when she noticed the raven-haired man’s nod.

“But now . . . Harry. Tell us what you have done the whole four years long.” Hermione interrupted their little peace again.

“Hermione! Really?” Ryan lectured and shook his head at his wife.

“What?” she snipped back and looked at her long lost friend again.

“Since when are you this squeamish?” the man asked again and glared heated at his wife.

“It’s okay. If I were her I think I would ask the same questions.” Harry remarked softly and then shook his head. “Well . . . after graduation I told you lot that I would travel the world to find what I was searching for while I didn’t know for what I was searching.

I figured it would be best if I started in France . . . and well, somehow I stayed there.” he laughed softly and looked at Draco again.

“Back then I rushed into a bookstore in Paris. I think I was looking for . . . I don’t remember what, but I know that Draco was in this bookstore too and was searching for a new potions book. And when I rushed in I . . . I ran him over because I hadn’t seen him and we fell on top of each other.
After my babbles of excuses he just smiled and we began to talk . . . somehow.” the raven-haired man told his friends softly and looked at his lover every now and then with gentle eyes.

“After a while I asked him out and I remember how heartbroken I felt when he refused. But, he just said that he liked to cook for me first . . . so I got to have dinner with him. You know, he is a great cook and potion master and always says that he is one only because cooking and brewing potions are the same just with different ingredients. I think I fell in love with him when I tried his first meal cooked, only for me.” Harry mumbled and kept his hand on Draco’s knee, who smiled constantly now, remembering everything while Harry told their story to his friends.

When he looked up for the first time since Harry had started his explanation he noticed that everyone already had finished their soup and stood to clean the table and bring in the main meal.
He noticed satisfied that everyone seemed to sniff around when he place a big pan and a bowl of sugar on the table.

Hermione looked at their meal with wide eyes. It smelled divine and looked really good. She watched when the blonde took a spoon and distributed the hot fried meat among them with a lot of red sauce and cheese in it. She must admit that it looked equally divine like it smelled.

“Be careful everyone because this is really hot and take some sugar and let it melts on your tongue when it burns too much in your mouth.” the blonde warned softly when he took his seat beside Harry again.

Both watched their guests closely when they tried their first bite. Draco’s eyes widened when he saw how Ryan’s head suddenly started to match the colour of a tomato and his eyes were tearing.
Neville gasped constantly for breath and clung to the table.
Hermione opened her mouth every now and then in shock and squeezed her eyes shut tightly. Pansy paled and flushed all the time and cried hard. He cheeks wet form the steams of her tears.

Worried Draco looked at his lover and noticed that he was laughing his ass off beside him while his friends tried to survive sudden death. Embarrassed he looked down and tried to hide his own sorrow. Now they wouldn’t like him. Just when they started to warm up to him he burned their life’s out of their bodies . . . proverbial.

“Oh my god! That stuff is really hot!” Hermione gasped out and reached for the sugar hurriedly. She tried to keep patience while the sugar crystals melted on her tongue and suddenly the burning stopped and it really tasted delicious. With wide eyes, she looked at Draco and reached over the table to pat his head under Harry’s sharp eyes.

When the blond man lifted his sad eyes at her, she beamed at him. “This is great! I’ve never eaten something that burning but delicious in my entire life!” she cheered with sparkling eyes. Her smile widened happily, when she noticed the soft blush on his pale cheeks. He looked even more beautiful with a flushed face.

“Even when I fear taking the next bite.” Pansy mentioned and laughed when she saw the blond man snigger softly.

“See poppet, I told you they will love you as much as I do after they tasted your cooking.” Harry mumbled softly and tried to get Draco on his lap to cuddle him lovingly. But the blonde pressed against his pull and stayed on his chair. Pouting, Harry tried the firemeat himself and reached for the sugar hurriedly too with wide eyes.

“I fear asking . . . but is it possible to get some water? A lot of water!” Ryan questioned with teary eyes.

“Of course!” the blonde cried out and marched into the kitchen with glittering eyes.

“Oh god! Harry, you found a dangerous but really great cook here.” Neville laughed softly and let his tongue dangle out of his mouth every now and then, panting like a dog.

“I know. He’s the best that has ever happened to me.” the raven-haired man hummed in agreement with proud eyes.

He chuckled softly when Draco rushed in with a . . . really big carafe of water in his hands. He smiled gently at his lover when he distributed the cooling liquid among them.

“Well, feeling like continuing your story?” Hermione asked with bright shining eyes and a loving smile. “After our first meal together we really started going out. Watching movies or going into clubs or . . . what ever. But I must say I don’t like clubbing with him. Everyone is watching him as if he is a great bowl of dessert every time he dances! And I don’t like that at all!” he laughed and suddenly growled with an angry snarl on his lips.

“Mhm . . . yeah . . . Like I said I started my travelling in France and never left until a few weeks ago, when we left our loving flat to come back to England.” he finished softly and looked at his hands.

“So you’re not a French man?” Ryan asked with furrowed brows.

Draco smiled and shook his head. “My parents and I moved to France when I was little. We are one of the purest among purebloods and our family there wanted to have us near. I do not remember why but I think it had something to do with prestige. Nevertheless, we left Britain and moved in with our relatives.” Draco smiled friendly and shook his head.

“Why had you come back just now? Why not earlier?” Hermione asked and tried another bite of the . . . dangerous firemeat.

“Well, we stayed in France until Draco finished his training. Now when he is a potion master he does not need to attend to school anymore and we left. Our invitation came this late because at first we had to furnish our flat and find some jobs.” Harry mentioned and watched his friends trying their meal again. “It can be really boring if you have to stay at home all the time.”

This time the burning did not seem to be that bad because there were no grunts, pants, or tears this time.

Smiling he looked at his lover and stroked his cheek gently.

“You did great, poppet.” he mumbled so only the blonde beside him could hear and it warmed his heart to no end when he saw the grant smile he received for his words.

***

“You should have told me that you wanted your friends dead!” Draco demanded while he pressed his back against his lover’s chest. He liked it very much when they were touching from head to toe while in bed.

“What gives you the idea that I wanted that?” Harry snorted gently and nuzzled the blonde’s neck softly.

“Because you wanted it extra hot! . . . When I think of it correctly . . . It’s your entire fault! They won’t come to eat with us again after they’re so afraid of my cooking now.” Draco mentioned and smiled softly when he felt the raven-haired one’s lips on the nape of his neck.

“Nonsense!” Harry laughed and cuddled closer to the blonde nibbling his neck now. He sighed happily when Draco tiled his head to give him better access.

“I’m sure of it!” the blonde laughed silently and wiggled his back against his lover, who chuckled lovingly and let his hand drift down his body.

“Mhm . . . but it was a great evening.” Harry mumbled and closed his arms a bit tighter around his lover.

“I swear I saw steam coming out of Ryan’s ears.” Draco sighed and closed his eyes.

“Yeah . . . it was rather funny watching them. I had never seen him this red and sweating all over.” the raven-haired man laughed again with a great picture in his mind.

“It was.” the blonde whispered after a while and arched his head slightly.

“Do we have enough time, so I can ravish you, now?” Harry suddenly asked and stroked his lover’s sides teasingly.

Draco giggled happily and tried to twist out of Harry’s touch.

The battle was on!

FIN

A/N: This was great. I had really fun writing this because . . .
I read a book by Sarah Mason lastly (Party Season) and there was a lady who had a tarantella as a pet. And the spider’s name was Poppet. Now every time Harry said poppet to Draco I had to laugh because I thought the spider, not Draco.
I think “Super tramp’s Dreamer” suits this story great because I stated to write this down after a concert of them that was shown in the TV.
Hope you like it and would be happy to see you all again in another story of mine.