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The Tip of the Icing by Megyal (NC-17 overall)
Howdy. I am your Harry Potter driver for this fresh, bright new year. How do you do?
I thought we should start of this brand new year how all years should start: delicious cake, and man-lovin'. So here we go.
Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Author on LJ: http://megyal.livejournal.com/
Author Website: --
Why this must be read:
I was having trouble posting to crack_van earlier today, so I gave up and decided to start re-reading the fic I was going to rec instead, and can now safely recall how wonderful it is.
I mean, seriously people. What would you do if you had been the savior of the entire Wizarding World from birth, and have finally fufilled your duties and killed the man who has tormented your life for decades?
That's right. You'd open up a bakery.
Add in a delicious grown-up daddy Malfoy and serve warm with a nice cup of tea and an evening free, 12servings chapters.
Harry spun the cake he was working on its dais and eyed the beaded line of white icing with a pleased eye. He liked doing this; it didn't take up too much of his concentration, yet he felt like he was sinking into a relaxing trance when doing it. He had always watched his aunt baking cakes while he did some menial task and while Petunia had not been the most motherly of figures, she was an excellent baker. He hadn't thought he'd do this after the war; He had retreated into his house, refusing to apply to the Auror training and one night, in a fit of boredom, had rifled through one of the Black family cookbooks (the only one that had not tried to tear out his jugular) and had whipped up a treacle tart cake, making it with sponge crumbs, following the directions carefully. It was like Potions and yet it wasn't, because he actually enjoyed the results.
Hermione had eaten three slices the next day before it had finally got through to her that Harry had made them himself.
"But this is excellent!" Her yell had been muffled by the bite of treacle tart in her mouth.
"Swallow, dear," Ron had said with a prim tone that he had certainly inherited from Hermione. "Harry, this is good. Maybe you can be like the twins? Start a shop or something."
"I can't believe how good these are." Hermione had peered at her half-eaten tart suspiciously, as if Harry had used some form of Dark Cake Magic on them. Harry simply pushed over a container of clotted cream and dreamed half-heartedly about opening a small bakery.
Tip of the Icing
I thought we should start of this brand new year how all years should start: delicious cake, and man-lovin'. So here we go.
Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Author on LJ: http://megyal.livejournal.com/
Author Website: --
Why this must be read:
I was having trouble posting to crack_van earlier today, so I gave up and decided to start re-reading the fic I was going to rec instead, and can now safely recall how wonderful it is.
I mean, seriously people. What would you do if you had been the savior of the entire Wizarding World from birth, and have finally fufilled your duties and killed the man who has tormented your life for decades?
That's right. You'd open up a bakery.
Add in a delicious grown-up daddy Malfoy and serve warm with a nice cup of tea and an evening free, 12
Harry spun the cake he was working on its dais and eyed the beaded line of white icing with a pleased eye. He liked doing this; it didn't take up too much of his concentration, yet he felt like he was sinking into a relaxing trance when doing it. He had always watched his aunt baking cakes while he did some menial task and while Petunia had not been the most motherly of figures, she was an excellent baker. He hadn't thought he'd do this after the war; He had retreated into his house, refusing to apply to the Auror training and one night, in a fit of boredom, had rifled through one of the Black family cookbooks (the only one that had not tried to tear out his jugular) and had whipped up a treacle tart cake, making it with sponge crumbs, following the directions carefully. It was like Potions and yet it wasn't, because he actually enjoyed the results.
Hermione had eaten three slices the next day before it had finally got through to her that Harry had made them himself.
"But this is excellent!" Her yell had been muffled by the bite of treacle tart in her mouth.
"Swallow, dear," Ron had said with a prim tone that he had certainly inherited from Hermione. "Harry, this is good. Maybe you can be like the twins? Start a shop or something."
"I can't believe how good these are." Hermione had peered at her half-eaten tart suspiciously, as if Harry had used some form of Dark Cake Magic on them. Harry simply pushed over a container of clotted cream and dreamed half-heartedly about opening a small bakery.
Tip of the Icing
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