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May. 11th, 2009 12:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ferretface_gitIf there was one thing that would truly make his day complete, this would be it.
Draco stood in the kitchen, apron tied firmly on, peeking into the oven window to check the delicious brownies he'd prepared for his very best friend in the entire world.
Universe, even.
The sun was beginning to set, and his cheeks had ached since noon from all the smiling, but he certainly couldn't complain. If his muscles were unaccustomed to the simple act of showing his pleasure, he would just have to retrain them.
"They're almost ready," he said, looking up at her with his eyes bright, and there might have even been a flush of color in his cheeks.
This was a good day.
Draco stood in the kitchen, apron tied firmly on, peeking into the oven window to check the delicious brownies he'd prepared for his very best friend in the entire world.
Universe, even.
The sun was beginning to set, and his cheeks had ached since noon from all the smiling, but he certainly couldn't complain. If his muscles were unaccustomed to the simple act of showing his pleasure, he would just have to retrain them.
"They're almost ready," he said, looking up at her with his eyes bright, and there might have even been a flush of color in his cheeks.
This was a good day.
