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If 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.

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[of-badfaith.livejournal.com]

"Oh, we wouldn't want that," he said with utter conviction, going to work with equal care on her other shoulder, her skin quickly warming his hands. She had nice shoulders, he realized, then wondered why he'd never noticed before. There certainly wasn't anything strange in noticing such a simple thing about a friend.

[alethioliar.livejournal.com]

Her mind lost elsewhere, it took a fair amount of time for Lyra's senses to prickle in that peculiar way she'd yet to grow used to.

It was a good massage, serving to loosen her muscles considerably. Only when her mind set its usual course for Will Parry and what he might be doing back in his Oxford right that instant did she frown, rolling her shoulders in an attempt to buck Draco off. "Okay, that's good," she managed as casually as possible, loath to let a sour mood over come her mischievous one.

[of-badfaith.livejournal.com]

"Oh, alright," Draco said, pretending he hadn't noticed the way she'd tensed, but how could he really ignore the discomfort of someone he cared about?

"Do you need anything else?"

[alethioliar.livejournal.com]

"Well," she considered the offer, suddenly restless with that niggling feeling she had a difficult time pinning down. "You've always been a clever dancer, Draco. I don't think I've ever told you that before," she cast her eyes upward, as if she might recall having done so if she studied the ceiling hard enough.

Happily, she reached for a brownie and let out a light hiss at the heat still thick in the flakes. Pan scrabbled along the counter, his little nose twitching. "Kind of hot, still, but they'll do."

[of-badfaith.livejournal.com]

"A dancer? Really?" he said, looking terribly surprised and possibly just a bit embarrassed, but immediately he forgot all that, breaking out in a bright grin as she watched her take her first bite of the brownie.

"How are they? Are they all right? I really think I should have put in more sugar."