A/N: Hey, y'all! Have some BillHarry. Many thanks to Liza for suggesting the pairing!

Toxicology Task 2: Write about being given a bad meal.

Word Count: 704

Enjoy!

Bill gathered his hair in his hands and tied it at the nape of his neck. His blue eyes narrowed as he read the recipe on the counter in front of him. He could do this. All he had to do was follow the instructions, and he'd be golden.

Of course, that's what he'd said the last ten times he'd tried to make his boyfriend pancakes for breakfast, but the eleventh time's the charm, right?

"Come on, Weasley," he muttered to himself as he took the eggs from the refrigerator. "Do not burn these."

Harry rolled over in bed, pressing his face against the pillow. He wasn't ready to be conscious yet; one of the best things about living without the Dursleys was the morning lie-ins, he'd discovered. The blankets had created a cocoon of warmth that he wasn't ready to abandon yet.

The minutes passed, and Harry slowly became more and more aware of his surroundings: the heat of the light shining through the window, the chirping of the birds outside, and the distinct smell of something burning.

That woke him up. Harry sat up in bed and jammed his glasses back on his face, his green eyes blinking disorientedly. It had to be Bill making breakfast, which was unusual in itself, since the older man didn't have the best track record when it came to—well, anything involving Muggle appliances. Cooking, though, was perhaps his biggest weakness.

Still, there wasn't any alarmed shouting, so Harry slowly got out of bed instead of rushing into the kitchen. That was a good sign there wasn't a fire, so he'd give Bill the benefit of the doubt.

He pulled on a robe before heading into the kitchen, a hesitant smile on his face. "Er," he began when he saw Bill standing at the stove. "Good morning. What're you doing?"

"Surprising you with my sudden good fortune when it comes to the culinary arts."

Harry snorted and raised a brow. "Right. Good luck with that."

Bill half-turned with a grin, wiping his flour-covered hands on the Kiss the Cook apron he was wearing—which really belonged to Harry. "The first half came out a bit charred, but the second half is not burnt."

There were other ways to ruin pancakes, Harry thought to himself, but he just smiled at Bill. "Bring them over, then."

The older man did, levitating two plates as he did so. He removed the pancakes from their platter and served a couple to Harry and himself. He nodded at Harry solemnly. "Here's to hoping."

Harry did his best not to laugh and inspected the pancakes on his plate. Bill was right; one was burnt, but the other seemed fine, if a bit pale. He summoned a fork and, once it was in his hand, took a bite.

"Merlin." Raw. Harry grabbed a napkin and spat out the food as Bill cursed as he discovered the same. The black-haired man smothered a smile. "I think they, uh. Needed a bit longer."

Bill shot him an unimpressed look. "Really? I hadn't thought of that."

Harry chuckled and got to his feet. He grabbed the undercooked pancakes and then bent down to press a kiss against his lover's forehead. "I'll put them on for a bit longer. I'll fry some bacon, too."

Bill looked like he wanted to protest, but then he just slumped in his seat. "Probably for the best," he admitted. "How did you end up so good at this?"

Memories of cooking for the Dursleys flashed through Harry's mind, but he shook those thoughts away. This morning would not be tainted with his relatives. "Years of practice," he said instead. "You'll get there someday."

"Mmm, maybe. Oh!" Bill's eyes were suddenly glowing with mischief. "You'll need this." He tugged at the apron strings and pulled it over his head before draping it over Harry's instead.

Harry grinned as Bill's arms wrapped around him under the guise of tying the strings. The younger man tilted his head up slightly, capturing Bill's lips in a quick, chaste kiss.

Bill only tugged him closer, muttering something about needing to kiss the cook properly.

Despite the rocky beginning, their morning was shaping up to be very good indeed.