THE OVEN

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not even the recipe that's in the story.

Harry was mad at Draco. Which therefore meant that the blonde wasn't going to be "gettin' any" anytime soon, to put it crudely. And that was kind of bad since he rather enjoyed the times when they would shag like hippogriffs in the bedroom. Or the kitchen table. Anyways, Draco needed his sex time with Harry Potter. Now. And he knew the perfect way to get it.

He would bake Harry a cake of course. I mean, muggles did it all the time, according to those daytime soap operas. It was all part of his grand master plan that he called, "Draco's-Fullproof-Grand-Master-Plan-That-Would-Totally-Make-Harry-Forgive-Him-And-Then-They-Would-Have-Mindblowing-Kinky-Sex", or "D.F.G.M.P.T.W.T.M.H.F.H.A.T.T.W.H.M.K.S." Here's what the plan consisted of:

Step 1: Go to a Muggle Supermarket and purchase the ingredients that were necessary for production of said cake.

Step 2: Bake cake with the help of Granger and Pansy.

Step 3: Wait until Harry comes home from work.

Step 4: Surprise him with the cake while wearing a suggestive outfit.

Step 5: Harry forgives him, and they frolic to the bedroom where they would both partake in wild, kinky, sexual activities.

It was quite a simple plan, really. I mean, how hard could it possibly be to bake a cake? It couldn't be any harder than brewing a potion, right?

Draco went over to the "come-pewter" and quickly wrote down a recipe for a simple, but classic chocolate cake with butter cream icing onto a pink sticky note. He then put on his favorite grey coat and ventured off to the supermarket.

Muggles really were strange creatures. Draco stared in wonder as he saw an abundance of muggles trotting around carrying little plastic baskets or pushing strange little metal carts that they seemed to use to transport various goods before going over to little purchasing stations where other muggles would scan their items and put them into paper bags. Draco carefully picked up a plastic basket and walked up to one of the many aisles. 'Hm…let's see. Okay, baking goods, aisle 9.' The blonde walked over to said aisle and peered at the list he had brought.

Flour

Sugar

Cocoa powder

Baking soda

Baking powder

Salt

Eggs

Milk

Vegetable oil

Vanilla extract

Draco frowned. That certainly was a lot of ingredients. Could he really find them all within the store? 'First thing on the list: flour. Alright, I can do that.' He tossed a sac of flour into the basket. 'Next, sugar.' A small bag of sugar joined the flour. 'Cocoa powder. Check.'

That went on for about another 5 minutes, and then the blonde finally made his way to the checkout area, where he waited in line for an insufferably long time before it was his turn.

His cashier was a muggle of the female species, probably around 17 years of age. She wore a ridiculously obscene amount of hideous black makeup on her eyes, and her hair was dyed an unbecoming shade of hot pink with streaks of bright blue that reminded him of his distant cousin Nymphadora. She smiled flirtily at him as he came up to pay.

"Hi," she said, giggling.

Draco glanced at her warily, "Hello," he replied curtly.

She giggled again and said, "You're cute."

Draco giggled mockingly, then glared at her and snapped, "Yeah, well, you're not." He hastily paid for his groceries and exited the store as quickly as he could, snorting when he heard her cry of protest.

He returned to the flat, struggling to hold the overflowing paper bags, a muggle cellphone tucked between his neck and his ear. Draco set the bags on the counter, and winced as Pansy's whining nasal voice raped his eardrums.

"Drakie-poo, I'm sooo glad that you want me to come over!" she squealed over the phone.

"Yeah, so can you come over or what?" he replied tiredly. Pansy was a good friend and all, but talking to her made you feel like you needed a nap afterwards.

"Sure darling, I'll be over there as soon as I fix my hair!"

"Great. See you then," he said.

"Bye, Drake!"

He hung up, and dialed the Mudbl-Grangers' phone number.

"Hello?" a voice answered.

"Granger, it's me Draco. I need you to come over to the flat right now," he ordered.

"Why? Are you having any problems with Harry?" she questioned.

"You could say that," he murmured, ruffling his soft blonde hair.

"What do you need my help for?"

"I need you to help me bake a cake."

"So why are we here again?" Hermione inquired, looking over at Pansy, who was currently latched onto Draco.

"Well, isn't it obvious Granger? I already told you that I needed your help," Draco stated blandly.

"Well, yes, I know that, but, why us?" she asked, pointing at the raven-haired girl, and then to herself.

"Because," the blonde stated matter-of-factly, "You two are women. And women have that certain motherly instinct that allows them to do certain menial tasks, such as cooking."

"Oh really?" Hermione asked, her eyes narrowed.

Pansy pranced over to her side, and looped a pale arm over her shoulders, "Oh cheer up, Granger, let's just help Drake reconcile with Potter. Then we can sit back and watch them as they have hot make-up sex!" she declared happily.

Hermione looked at her pointedly. "First of all, its Granger-Weasley," she admonished. "Second, if Draco really wants to reconcile with Harry, then he should do so without the help of others, and third, I don't think I would enjoy watching Harry and Draco having "hot make-up sex", as you so plainly put it."

Pansy frowned at the brunette's words, and slithered back to Draco. "She really is a Gryffindor, isn't she? Doesn't seem to have a bit of Slytherin in her." She slowly traipsed back to Hermione. "C'mon Mrs. 'Granger –Weasley', have a bit of fun, won't you?" She playfully jabbed the Gryffindor with her elbow, "C'mon, it'll be fun! Think of it as inter-house bonding between the three of us! You, me, and Drakie-poo, all working together to make a delicious cake for our loyal friend, Harry Potter!" She stepped back with a smirk on her face. "So, what d'you think?"

Hermione admitted defeat and said, "If it's for a good cause, then I'll do it."

Pansy cheered, and pulled the three of them into a group hug. "Then let's bake this cake!"

CHOCOLATE CAKE WITH BUTTER CREAM ICING

1 3/4 cups all purpose flour

2 cups sugar

3/4 cup unsweetened cocoa powder

1 1/2 teaspoon baking soda

1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder

1 teaspoon salt

2 eggs

1 cup milk

1/2 cup vegetable oil

1 teaspoon vanilla

1 cup boiling water

Directions:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Prepare two 9-inch cake pans by rubbing with butter, sprinkling with flour and tapping out extra. In a large bowl combine flour, sugar, cocoa, baking soda, baking powder and salt. Mix together with a wooden spoon then set aside. In small bowl combine eggs, milk, oil and vanilla. Beat well with hand mixer. Add wet ingredients to flour mixture and fold and stir until smooth. Slowly add boiling water and mix. Pour batter into pans, dividing evenly. Bake for 30-35 minutes. Remove cake from pans and cool on racks.

"Alright, let's get started," Hermione barked, "Draco, you measure out the ingredients. Pansy, you do the mixing. I'll be watching over the both of you to make sure nothing goes wrong, understood?"

"Yes Ma'am!" Pansy shouted enthusiastically.

Draco strategically pulled out measuring cups, spoons, and whisks. He began measuring the dry ingredients first, making sure he read the instructions carefully and meticulously. His brow was constantly furrowed in concentration, as he moved on to wet ingredients, measuring the oil, water, milk and vanilla with grace and precision. He cracked the two eggs diligently, distributing them into a glass bowl, and handed them over to Pansy.

Pansy was stirring like a maniac, with streaks of flour on her face, and egg residue on the front of her apron. How it got there, even Hermione couldn't understand. She carefully mixed the dry ingredients in a bowl, and set it aside for future usage. She then grabbed the small glass bowl that Draco had put out for her and whisked together the wet ingredients, the metal whisk making clacking noises as it hit the edge of the bowl. She plugged the hand mixer into what Granger had called the "eleckticity socket", and quickly folded both the wet and dry ingredients together, adding boiling water at the end.

Hermione was barking orders at the other two like no tomorrow. "Draco, that's a tablespoon, not a teaspoon!" "Pansy, for God's sake, stop mixing it that way! More of the flour is flying out of the bowl than it is staying in!" "Draco, make sure none of the eggshell gets in there!"

At last, the cake was in the oven. When it was done, they carefully lifted it onto a cake platter, and Hermione iced it with bright white icing. Draco piped the words, "I'm Sorry Harry" onto the cake in pink icing in his beautiful calligraphy.

Pansy was busying herself with a handmade note for Harry that was written on pink paper with a glittery Slytherin green gel pen.

Dear Harrykins,

I am sooo terribly sorry that I acted so naughtily yesterday, and so I baked this yummy cake for you to ask for your forgiveness! I crave your touch soooo much, and I really miss you!

Love,

Your favorite cuddly-wuddly bear, Drakie-poo

P.S. Pansy is the best girl in the whole entire Muggle AND Wizarding World, and I love her almost as much as I love you, and she has permission to have tea with us every Sunday.

Hermione had laughed hysterically at the note, and Draco had snatched it from her hands and scrawled at the bottom,

Sorry Harry, that was just Pansy spouting a load of nonsense. But I do apologize for being a prat, even though I had every reason to do so.

Suddenly, they heard Harry approach the front door. Pansy dragged the still-laughing Gryffindor into the closet, where she pressed her ear against the door to listen in on the conversation.

Draco raced to the bedroom, taking off the apron, jumper and trousers he was wearing, and instead pulled on a silky white shirt that exposed his pale midriff, along with some very short leather shorts that hugged his hips and exposed a thin line of blonde hair that started at his navel and disappeared into regions unknown. He pranced to the front door and waited to greet his lovely boyfriend.

Harry wearily walked up to the front door of his flat and sighed. After the washing machine incident with Draco, he sort of regretted yelling at the blonde like that. He ran a hand through his jet-black hair, twisted the door handle, and cursed when the door didn't budge. He kicked the bottom of the door a bit, and jiggled the handle. Suddenly the door swung open, revealing one scantily clad Draco Malfoy.

"Whoa," Harry stammered, "you look…amazing." Draco wanted to smirk and say "Don't I always?" but he caught himself in time, and instead stared at Harry with wide, silver grey eyes. "Really?" he asked innocently. "Do you like it?" he twirled around, and posed. Harry nodded violently, "Y-yeah. You look great." Draco laughed and wrapped his arms around Harry's neck.

"Come here Harry, I have a surprise for you!" He beckoned, leading Harry into the kitchen. Harry followed obediently, and his jaw dropped in surprise as he stared at the quite edible looking chocolate cake that sat before him.

He looked at Draco and asked, "Is this for me?"

Draco nodded. "Of course it is, stupid Gryffindork," he said, rolling his eyes. The "cutesy" act clearly wasn't working for him. He smirked and whispered in Harry's ear, "It's all yours, me included."

Harry blushed at the comment, and looked at the smirking Slytherin. Draco could feel himself getting hard, Harry looked absolutely delectable when his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were glowing that ethereal green. He wrapped his arms around Harry's neck once more, and breathed, "Capture me."

Harry growled and pushed the blonde onto the table, staring into those silver grey eyes that were now almost black with lust. Draco wrapped his slender legs around Harry's waist. The raven-haired man kissed him hungrily, sliding his tongue against Draco's plump lower lip. The blonde opened his mouth eagerly, and Harry groaned as their hot, wet tongues battled for dominance.

He slowly unbuttoned the other man's shirt, running his hands over the smooth, pale chest. Draco shuddered with pleasure as Harry left a hot trail of open-mouthed kisses down his neckline. Harry pushed Draco's shorts down and flung them away to who knows where. He cupped the blonde's soft arse cheeks and kissed the back of his neck. Draco moaned and pushed Harry onto the table, switching their positions, and kissed him, a pale hand slowly snaking under the Gryffindor's shirt, running his hands over the hot, tanned flesh. Draco broke the kiss and pulled the shirt over Harry's head, moving lower and lower, before unbuckling the front of the other man's trousers, letting them fall to the the floor.

Harry moaned as he felt a hot mouth engulf his throbbing cock, but cried out in protest when he felt a loss of contact. "Draco…" he whimpered, looking down at the blonde and saw that the other man was now staring hungrily at the cake, and then back to Harry's erection. "I wonder…" he trailed off seductively, and swiped two fingers across the icing on the cake. He grasped Harry's cock in his thin, aristocratic fingers and spread a liberal amount of icing onto it. He licked a stripe down the velvety smooth flesh, and grinned up at Harry. "Much better," he said huskily. Harry moaned as he felt a wet, flat tongue swirl across the plump head of his cock before taking it in his mouth completely. Draco swallowed convulsively as he fought his gag reflex, and slid his mouth down the shaft until it was past the back of his throat. He could feel the dark curls of Harry's pubic hair tickling the tip of his nose, and by the moans and whimpers the brunette was making, and the way his hands were clenched into fists pulling painfully at Draco's hair, he knew that the other man was close to orgasm.

Harry arched his back against the table and released his seed into Draco's mouth. The blonde man slid his mouth off his lover's softening erection with a popping sound, and grinned at Harry, a wicked gleam in his eye. "The icing was good, but I like this cream even better," he smirked, licking the tip of Harry's cock.

Harry growled and pulled the blonde up to his feet, slamming him against the table and kissing him passionately. He explored the concaves of Draco's mouth, tongue pressing, and swirling, and searching, he could taste the sweetness of the icing, and he could taste that indescribable flavor that was simply Draco. He pulled away, gasping for air, licking away the trail of glittering saliva that connected their mouths.

"Harry, take me," Draco moaned, and Harry did just that. He propped the blonde's legs onto his shoulders, kissing a searing hot trail that started from the blonde's shin to his inner thigh. He stared at the other man's throbbing cock, and blew a warm breath of air onto it. Draco mewled, shifting back and forth and thrusting his hips into the air. "Harry...damn it, stop teasing me for Merlin's' sake…" he bit out, his silvery eyes glazed over with desire. Harry smiled and kissed those swollen pink lips before muttering a lubrication spell under his breath. He positioned himself in front of Draco's quivering entrance, and pressed in, moaning in pleasure at the hot, tight, feeling that surrounded his cock, and pulled out, only to thrust back into that inviting heat, burying himself up to the hilt.

"Fuck, Harry, yes, just like that, oh, faster," Draco panted, pale eyelashes fluttering about on his flushed ivory cheeks, his head tossing side to side. His untouched cock was glistening with precum, bobbing against his flat stomach.

Harry was nearing orgasm, thrusting in and out in a heated frenzy. Draco was chanting his name religiously and babbling incomprehensibly, "Oh! Harry, fuck, yes! Oh Harry, Harry, Harry!"

Harry was being driven closer and closer to the edge, and from the looks of it, so was the blonde that was writhing beneath him. "Oh, fuck, Draco I'm coming!" He screamed as he spilled his seed into the other man. Draco came a few seconds after, jets of pure white come pumping out of his cock.

He carefully pulled out of his lover, nuzzling his cheek and kissing the tip of his nose. Harry brushed away the white blonde hair that had fallen in front of Draco's face. the blonde looked adorable with his tousled hair, pink cheeks, and soft grey eyes. Draco laughed softly and kissed Harry's temple. "So, am I forgiven, Mr. Harry James Potter?" he asked lovingly.

Harry grinned happily and said, "Yeah."

END.

OMAKE

After Harry and Draco had retired to bed, the closet door slowly opened to reveal a dazed Pansy and a mentally scarred Hermione.

"Now that's what I call make-up sex," Pansy declared, wiping away the remains of her nosebleed. She made her way to the front door and said, "See you later, Granger."

Hermione still was glued to her spot, eyes wide as saucers. "Now I know what Ron was talking about..."

A/N:

choo: I apologize for this obscenely long chapter! I also apologize for the horribly written sex scene! That was the first explicit thing I've ever written…so, yeah. But uh, hopefully you guys like the other part (even though its kinda OOC) and so yeah! Read and Review! Constructive criticism is always appreciated! If you find any mistakes, that's partly because my editor has left me to go on vacation. *weeps* But hopefully you'll continue to join me as I add chapters to the story! Bye for now~

*The recipe for chocolate cake was taken off of the Food Network website.