1. Cook for Me

I met Harry in the kitchens at ten o'clock, just like he had asked. I really had no idea what was going on. If he wanted to talk about anything – like how awful Umbridge was being – we could have just stayed in the Common Room. And why did he only want me and not Ron as well. Needless to say, I was beyond confused as I tickled the pear on the painting that would allow me into the Hogwarts kitchens.

When I set foot in the vast room, I was more than surprised. I didn't see a single house elf anywhere. But the smell of delicious food pervaded my mind. It became apparent to me then how hungry I was. I groaned mentally as I remembered that I had studied through dinner for the third time this week. It really was becoming a bad habit. I smelled sausage, followed by the warm, buttery scent of American biscuits and gravy. My stomach growled loudly.

The door swung shut behind me and I jumped a little, turning around to see Harry, in an apron no less, standing by the door. "Seeing as this was the fourth night in a row that you've missed dinner," he said. Fourth? I must have missed a day completely. "I figured you might be hungry. And what better than your favorite breakfast?" He smiled at me, his emerald eyes bright from behind his glasses.

"Harry James, you really didn't have to do this!" I protested. I could feel the smile beginning to creep onto my face regardless.

He walked over to me, taking my arm and leading me to a table set for two. "Didn't have to, but I wanted to. I figured we both needed a distraction and we both like to eat. That and I enjoy cooking, especially for pretty girls like you, Miss Granger."

I blushed. I couldn't help it. I didn't get compliments very often. "Oh, Harry," was all I could say.

He pulled out my chair and I sat down, thanking him for being such a gentleman. "Where are the house elves?" I asked as he served our food. I couldn't decide if it was classified as dinner or supper or a late-night snack.

"I spoke with Professor McGonagall, who in turn, spoke with the Headmaster about giving them the evening off. I figured you'd li –"

"Oh, Harry!" I cut him off. "That's the sweetest thing ever! I knew you believed in S.P.E.W.!" I gushed, dropping my fork on my plate with a clatter.

He just smiled, looking slightly abashed. "Are you going to eat or not?"

I picked up my fork again, taking a huge bite of food. It tasted wonderful. I never would have figured Harry to be such a good cook.

Throughout the rest of our meal, I decided that my best friend was most definitely full of surprises. There's no telling what he had up his sleeve.

(A/N: I am just on a roll. Haha. This is like my fourth new story in a week. Y'all better love me. This one will be cute and fluffy and is based on a list my best friend gave me. :D Yes, it's HHr. Take it or leave it. Lemme know what you think! )