FML.

[spitetheface]

Draco paced, running over the recipe Fleur had given him for the thousandth time. This was stupid. As was his assumption that simply because Ronald had broken it off with Hermione, he was in fact harboring secret and passionate feelings for none other than Draco himself. This wasn't a Muggle romance novel.

Draco hated feeling stupid.

Steeling himself, he managed to sit on the couch and wait without sweating too much. He tried very, very hard not to think of what his mother had said to him.

They were just making cake. For Harry Potter. Merlin.