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“What the bloody fuck is that?” Ginny snorted. Her hands were on her hips, and her brow was raised incredulously as she took in the state of her kitchen.
“It’s a cake,” Draco grumbled, rubbing his hands down the front of the apron he wore.
“Are you sure? It looks a little…inedible, if I’m honest,” she snickered.
Draco threw his hands up in the air.
“Yes, I'm bloody sure! I followed your mum’s directions perfectly!”
“And you turned the oven on before you put it in, yes?”
“Yes, of course I turned the bloody–oh bugger,” he mumbled, cheeks turning pink as he realized which very important step he had missed. And that would explain the pastry soup currently residing in the middle of their dining table…floating candles and all.
Ginny bit her bottom lip, desperately trying to hold in the giggles she knew were positively bursting to come out. It was precious, really. He’d gone out of his way to make her something special for her birthday. Him. Draco Lucius Malfoy made Ginevra Molly Weasley a birthday cake.
And it would appear that he made it without magic, which is all the more, dare she say, magical.
“Draco, darling, I truly appreciate the effort, honestly, it’s the thought that counts. But you didn’t need to make me a birthday cake, you know that right? That is my mum’s specialty, after all,” Ginny grinned softly as she ran her fingers through his white-blonde hair…made much whiter by the addition of flour.
“I know…but I wanted to do something special for you,” he mumbled, pouting petulantly. Ginny felt her insides melt at his adorableness. His lower lip was pushed out, the redness having not yet receded from his cheeks, and there was a spot of flour on the tip of his nose that was just begging for Ginny to clean off.
She cupped his jaw in both hands, fingers threading into his shaggy blonde hair, and leaned forward to press kisses across his reddened cheeks before rubbing her own nose into the tip of his in the form of an Eskimo kiss. When she pulled back, she watched his eyes zero in on her own nose that was now covered in the residual flour.
“Gin,” he sighed.
“What? I thought you looked rather dashing with the flour on your nose, and decided we’d make a handsome pair with our matching powder white noses,” she smirked. “Besides, it’s my birthday, and I’ll do as I please. And if I should like to be covered in flour, well–”
She gasped as she was cut off by the sudden handful of flour that Draco dropped on top of her head.
“What the fuck?!”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you wanted to be covered in flour,” he smirked. “As it’s your birthday and all, and you’ll do as you please.”
They stared each other down for a long moment, her glare meeting his smirk, neither of them willing to give in before the other. She glanced to his right for just a quick second and spotted the pan of liquid cake sitting innocently on the table. He caught her looking and looked to his side, his eyes widening as he realized where her mind was headed.
“Ginerva, no! Not the–” he started. He was interrupted by a heavy handful of liquid cake making a significant impact with the top of his head, covering his hair and dripping down his face to land on his Armani jumper. Their gazes met again, Draco’s steel-grey eyes were narrowed in accusation and Ginny’s bright brown eyes were widened in mock innocence.
“Oopsies, did I do that?” she giggled.
“Listen here, brat. You have until ten before I chase you down and spank that delightful arse of yours for misbehaving,” he scowled. “I was just trying to make you a birthday cake.”
“Next time, Draco dear, just give me unbelievingly mind-blowing sex and we’ll call it even,” she smirked, carefully stepping out of his reach.
“Done. Now then, best be prepared to run, darling,” he growled huskily. “One…two…ten.”
Ginny squealed with laughter as Draco chased her around their small kitchen, into the receiving room, the den, the parlor, up the stairs and into their bedroom. Giggles and gasps could be heard as Draco closed the door behind them, soon to be replaced with moaning and groaning. And if Ron stupidly came through their Floo without calling ahead and happened to hear or see something that would scar him for life?
Well, that was his problem then.