Pansy burst through Harry and Draco's door, a bag of flour in her hands.
She had, unfortunately, caught them at a bad time. Harry's currently straddling Draco and, of course, both of them were unclothed. "Pansy!" Draco screamed as he tried to cover himself and Harry up. "What the hell are you doing in here?!" Pansy, who was rather unbothered the entire time, holds up the flour.
"Do you how many milliliters there are in a cup?" She asked, "I'm trying to follow this recipe for cookies, but it's an American muggle one." Draco looked her dead in the eyes, held up his hand and, proudly, stuck his middle finger up. They continued to stare daggers at each other until Harry, finally, broke their small staring contest after two (2) very awkward minutes. "Pansy... Why do you have an American recipe?"
Pansy looked at the ground and mumbled, "Hermione gave me a cookbook she found in American during one of her many trips. She's coming back in a few days and, I want to surprise her." "Then, why are you making them now?" "I want her to think that I'm good at baking by practising a few times."
Harry sighed before looking for his clothes. "I'll help you. Just wait a bit so I can get dressed." Pansy rolls her eyes and leaves. Fortunately for Harry and Draco, she closed the door behind her.
"Ugh. I don't want to get up." Harry whined as he laid his head down on one of Draco's many soft pillows. "Then don't."
I wasn't going to post today but inspiration struck me while I was in the kitchen chewing gum. Hope you liked it!