#chef!draco

Draco was a Master. He'd always been one, but having a town of Muggles consider him as close to God's gift as they would ever receive was certainly validating. Except it wasn't enough. After years of settling, of conjuring masterpieces with his fingers and his prowess, Draco realised he needed a change.

Harry’s latest assignment is a toughie. He’s been sent in to interview the newest face on the magical food and wine circuit.

Snippet from Alphabet Soup, Chapter 10.

“You don’t get Michelin Stars clinking glasses with society snobs and talking about the weather, Mother,” Draco had said several years prior when Narcissa told him he worked too much, that if he didn’t start entertaining suitors he’d end up alone, childless, and — worst of all — dreadfully boring.

“Darling,” she’d said through the Floo, green flames licking at her inscrutable exterior, “I didn’t think you cared about those awards.”

And she was right.

He didn’t care about the awards. Not about the awards. Not about the press. Not even about his mother’s approval — not anymore.

Shining, Like a Present

Unhook The Stars

Inauspicious Beginnings 

Renting series

Paradigm

 Wayward Owls and Pub Stunts

As You Wish

Compliments To The Chef 

You Open Always (Petal by Petal)

Draco knew exactly how much sugar, spice, and everything nice, needed to be added to a dish, to make it exactly perfect.

Hell, he’d probably be able to do a better job of the Powerpuff girls than that Professor guy.

Then, maybe, they’d have fingers.

Summary: Draco, has one passion. And that is creating food that leaves the consumer feeling like he or she or it just went on a rollercoaster. Okay, he also likes the Powerpuff Girls... But I didn't tell you that! And well Harry, he just is.

Rating: M

Word Count: 3, 024