Muggle Cookies/Oreos|Draco x Reader|
Warning: None. Fluff I guess.
You and Draco were on the couch of your house, watching another Disney movie; making fun of how the scenes in the movie were too exaggerated. Yes, Draco Malfoy, was indeed watching Muggle-shows, in a Muggle invention, in the Muggle house.
Well, not one hundred Muggle house. You, were a half-blood, and Draco’s significant other. Draco cared for you dearly and didn’t give a damn of everyone’s opinion, (of course, his father had called him foolish-while his mother was much more lenient/supportive). After spending his summer with you, he realized that some of their culture was very intriguing, like their cookies…
Draco reached for another Oreo from the box only to find that you had taken the last one and was about to eat it.
He casted a look at you, “Hey, give me that.” Telling you in a demanding tone.
You simply blinked at him, “Why?” You asked, with a slight whine in your voice.
“Because you ate almost the entire box.” You rolled your (e/c) eyes, “And who bought it?”
You waved the sugary cookie in front of his face, “You want it? Come and get it then…” You were about to put it in your mouth, nearing it closer and closer to your lips.
Draco’s eyes flickered before he launched himself at the (y/h), ignoring your complaints of him being heavy. While you was too focused on getting Draco off, you loosened your grip on the cookie ever so slightly.
Draco took this as his chance and snatched the cookie from your grasp, smugly eating the last cookie.
You groaned, rubbing your head sorely, “Someone’s happy aren’t they?”
“Shut up.” Was his only response.
“You owe me more Oreos,” You smiled. Draco’s mouth hung agape.
“I’d have to walk from here! I don’t know where the store is, and I don’t have Muggle money! No way in hell am I walking!”
“But you took the last Oreo, and I bought it. Deal with it.” You shrugged as it was the most simplest thing in the world. “Ask my mother or sibling to take you, I’ll give you ten bucks.” You offered him the cash before flopping on the couch once more.
“It’s just a cookie.” Your eyes widened.
“Oreo’s are not just a cookie.”
Draco had a feeling you were going to say that. Last time he said that, you gave him a lecture about how your love for Oreo’s were undeniable-unmatched to none other-and how they are one of the most brilliant things on the planet.
“Alright alright,” Draco growled, “I’ll go get your damn cookies.”
You sat down on the couch comfortably, and as soon as you heard Draco leave with your mother, you stood from your seat and walked to your secret stash under the fourth wooden stair, revealing more Oreos and chocolates/junk food.
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Draco returned twenty-five minutes later holding a white plastic bag.
“I got your stupid cookies,” he said pulling off his jacket and ruffling his platinum hair.
“WHAT THE HELL?!?” He screamed at the sight before him. You laughed as you sat on the couch and ate another Oreo from the bag. “Turns out I had another box. Strange right?”
Draco’s eye twitched and he tossed the bag of cookies at you, hitting you square in the face. He stormed away to the front door, and grabbed his still jacket.
“LOVE YOU!” You screeched in a playful manner, smirking.
“HATE YOU!” Draco screamed back, opening the door and slamming it shut. You rolled off the couch, clutching your stomach as you began to choke on an Oreo. Karma.