Comfort Food
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bleedingangel84Title: Comfort Food
Author/Artist:bleedingangel84
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 312
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. Rights belong to the respective creators.
Written for:![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
dove_drabbles prompt 111-When life isn’t going right, go left. JMDC 203-make it yours.
Notes: Inspired by the prompts, and also by the fact that my body is craving a spiced chocolate chip cookie. I hope readers enjoy this.
Summary: Sometimes you just need a cookie and some cocoa.
“You look as though you need this.”
Harry looked up from where his forehead had been resting against his table and eyed the drink suspiciously.
“What did you put in it, Malfoy?”
“It’s just hot chocolate with a touch of amaretto. I’ve not poisoned it. You seemed a little like someone had run over your pet crup, and I just couldn’t take watching you anymore. Have a cookie while you’re at it. They’re fresh from the oven. Chocolate chip.”
“Okay. I’ll risk it.”
“Your vote of confidence is overwhelming, Potter, truly. Go on then. Tell me what you think.”
Harry took a bite of the warm cookie, surprised when the flavors of chocolate and spice hit his tongue. “Merlin, that’s good. What’s in there?”
“A bit of ginger and cinnamon. You really like it?”
“I do. It’s…comforting? The spices are warming and the chocolate just balances it out perfectly. It’s not like any other chocolate chip cookie I’ve eaten.”
“It’s nice to know I have your approval. I wanted to blend something familiar with something different and make something that was only my own.”
“I’d say you definitely succeeded in making it yours, Malfoy.”
“Thank you. Now, what had you looking like your pet had got hexed?”
“Just one of those days. Nothing seems to be going right, it’s cold and gloomy, and…I suppose I just…I’m missing people.”
“Mum used to say that when life isn’t going right, you should go left.”
“She was a wise lady.”
“Yes, she was. I miss her.”
“Now I’ve made you need a cookie. I’m sorry.”
“No need. I should apologise for ever making fun of you about your parents being dead. I was horrid to you.”
‘You were twelve. And I gave as good as I got. Can we call it even?”
“I’d like that.”
“May I have another cookie?”
“You can have a dozen.”
Author/Artist:
bleedingangel84 Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 312
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. Rights belong to the respective creators.
Written for:
dove_drabbles prompt 111-When life isn’t going right, go left. JMDC 203-make it yours.Notes: Inspired by the prompts, and also by the fact that my body is craving a spiced chocolate chip cookie. I hope readers enjoy this.
Summary: Sometimes you just need a cookie and some cocoa.
“You look as though you need this.”
Harry looked up from where his forehead had been resting against his table and eyed the drink suspiciously.
“What did you put in it, Malfoy?”
“It’s just hot chocolate with a touch of amaretto. I’ve not poisoned it. You seemed a little like someone had run over your pet crup, and I just couldn’t take watching you anymore. Have a cookie while you’re at it. They’re fresh from the oven. Chocolate chip.”
“Okay. I’ll risk it.”
“Your vote of confidence is overwhelming, Potter, truly. Go on then. Tell me what you think.”
Harry took a bite of the warm cookie, surprised when the flavors of chocolate and spice hit his tongue. “Merlin, that’s good. What’s in there?”
“A bit of ginger and cinnamon. You really like it?”
“I do. It’s…comforting? The spices are warming and the chocolate just balances it out perfectly. It’s not like any other chocolate chip cookie I’ve eaten.”
“It’s nice to know I have your approval. I wanted to blend something familiar with something different and make something that was only my own.”
“I’d say you definitely succeeded in making it yours, Malfoy.”
“Thank you. Now, what had you looking like your pet had got hexed?”
“Just one of those days. Nothing seems to be going right, it’s cold and gloomy, and…I suppose I just…I’m missing people.”
“Mum used to say that when life isn’t going right, you should go left.”
“She was a wise lady.”
“Yes, she was. I miss her.”
“Now I’ve made you need a cookie. I’m sorry.”
“No need. I should apologise for ever making fun of you about your parents being dead. I was horrid to you.”
‘You were twelve. And I gave as good as I got. Can we call it even?”
“I’d like that.”
“May I have another cookie?”
“You can have a dozen.”