Locked to Lyra. Backdated Opp!plot.

[of_badfaith]

If there was one thing that would truly make his day complete, this would be it.

Draco stood in the kitchen, apron tied firmly on, peeking into the oven window to check the delicious brownies he'd prepared for his very best friend in the entire world.

Universe, even

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[alethioliar]

Lyra's eyes shown with a peculiar brightness as well as she gazed back at Draco.

It was possibly a cruel brightness, though, since it had everything to do with the snickering currently in progress deep on the inside. "You promise they'll be absolutely scrumptious?" she prompted, coiled tight with a certain brand of pompous satisfaction that Lyra shamelessly passed off as colluding excitement.

[of_badfaith]

"Oh yes, of course!" he enthused, stopping just short of clapping his hands in all his excitement. He couldn't help it. She looked so happy, it would be silly of him not to share her good mood.

"Well, I hope so. I've never made brownies before."

[alethioliar]

"There's a first time for everything," Lyra nodded enthusiastically where she sat.

Pan nipped one of her fingers, obviously displeased with the way she was treating her friend. But honestly, she couldn't be bothered to feel a lick of guilt. They weren't doing anything horrible, were they? Just baking brownies together. "What shall we do after the brownies are done?"

[of_badfaith]

"Whatever you'd like," he said with the utmost sincerity, donning a pair of oven mits and reaching in when the timer gave a merry little ding.

"We'll have to wait for these to cool." He certainly didn't want her to burn herself.