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When Harry returns home from work he is startled at the state of his house and a cowering Kreacher by the kitchen door.
Entire manor is a smoky and burnt...What in the world? Did someone attack his house? Draco! He frets and rushes to the counter.
And in the middle of chaos stands his husband with green apron and guilty as he can be.
Draco: I can explain....
He sees the cause of the smoke, smelling awful and black gooey on the pan.
Harry: Did you try to cook?
Draco: Kreacher did it???
Kreacher: .... (Shakes his head when Harry looks at him)
Harry: ....
Harry has known Kreacher and his cooking was not this abysmal.
Draco: It's our anniversary, and I wanted to cook that muggle cheese thingy you like (Draco pouts at him)
Harry: It's '𝘱𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢', Draco and its fine, how about I take you out for dinner?
Draco: /𝘏𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮/
Harry: 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑠 'Please fix this, Kreacher'
Kreacher fixes the kitchen while Harry takes out Draco for pizza.