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Title: Raisins
Pairing: Draco, Molly
Rating: G
Word Count: 99
Challenge: Baking
Notes: I don't own rights to anything JKR, nor Draco's dislike of raisins.
Raisins
"I hope there are no raisins," Draco insisted, in a superior tone.
She set the tray down with a mild 'smack' on the table. "No, Draco" Molly replied, trying to cover her annoyance with sweet words. "No raisins for you."
Pairing: Draco, Molly
Rating: G
Word Count: 99
Challenge: Baking
Notes: I don't own rights to anything JKR, nor Draco's dislike of raisins.
Raisins
His mother's never smelled this good. In fact, he couldn't remember his mother actually doing any baking. House elves or hired help usually did.
So many things had changed since then, but not his particular tastes.
He looked toward the oven, trying to peer around the elder witch's wide girth as she assembled newly cooled cookies on a tray.
So many things had changed since then, but not his particular tastes.
He looked toward the oven, trying to peer around the elder witch's wide girth as she assembled newly cooled cookies on a tray.
"I hope there are no raisins," Draco insisted, in a superior tone.
She set the tray down with a mild 'smack' on the table. "No, Draco" Molly replied, trying to cover her annoyance with sweet words. "No raisins for you."