Title: Harvest Nervousness Pairing: Harry/Hermione Rating: PG Summary: Harry was frantic to make this harvest feast perfect. Hermione reminds him that all is well. Notes: I hope you like this piece, Lilyseyes. Thanks to shadowycat for the quick beta.
Harry was scurrying all over the kitchen in a frantic mood. Pots littered the countertop along with splashes of food; flour covered every nook and cranny; and soup boiled on the stove, little popping sounds adding a staccato beat to Harry’s bangs and grumblings.
“Oh, please, don’t break!” he said to the pumpkin pie as he brought it out of the oven and set it on a cooling rack.
“It’ll be fine. You shouldn’t stress so,” Hermione said. She walked into the room, taking a long whiff of savory meats and fall spices, the cinnamon and cloves being particularly heavy in the air. “It all smells delicious.”
“I just want it to be perfect. My first harvest meal with company….”
She gave him a hug from behind. “You’re nervous, and it’s not from the cooking. I know Halloween has always had a ritual of ruining your life, but the war’s over. You hosting the bonfires tonight will bring blessing, you’ll see.”
Harry knew she was right, especially when it was her that brought the biggest blessing to his life.
He gave her a small kiss on the cheek, then turned back around and sighed at the crack in the pie.