Prompt by nishnish68
Dedicated to the bad bitch club AKA the guchi gang

"DAAAAAD!"

Harry smiles against the soft pillow before groaning slightly and shouting back down the hall.

"WHAT?!"

"PANCAKES!"

"I MADE PANCAKES YESTERDAY!"

This statement is met with soft laughter from the blonde starting to wake up next to him. "No amount of pancakes will ever satisfy Scorpius Malfoy-Potter, dumbass."

"Then why don't you make them!?" Harry exclaims as he hits Draco with a pillow.

"BECAUSE YOU MAKE THE BEST PANCAKES, DAD!"

"Are you standing outside our door?" Harry asks, surprised.

Silence. Shuffling. Scorpius' voice comes from a little further away now. "No."

Harry laughs softly, shaking his head and sitting up, swinging his legs off the bed. "You can come in, Scorpius."

There's another pause, before the doorknob slowly turns and Scorpius shyly pokes his head in, cheeks pink.

"Pancakes?" he questions again, blonde eyebrows raised with hope.

Harry sighs, long and dramatic, and Draco snorts and shoves him off the bed, earning a startled "hey!"

Scorpius giggles as he pushes the door open a bit more. Draco waves him over and he joyfully jumps onto their bed, hugging Draco and squealing as Harry stands back up and starts tickling him.

Harry's tickling is stopped short by a white pillow thrown at his face. "I'm hungry, nerd."

He shoots a mock-glare at Draco and laughs softly, grabbing Scorpius' hands and swinging him onto his shoulders. Scorpius laughs joyfully, fingers winding in black hair as Harry walks to the kitchen, Draco following.

"Dad, will you teach me how to make pancakes?" Scorpius pleads.

Harry leans forward and in one swift movement, Scorpius slides off his shoulders and into his arms. Harry kisses the giggling boy's forehead and sets him upright on the floor.

"Thought you wanted me to make them?"

"I do! But I wanna learn how to make them too!"

Draco slides an arm around Harry's waist, pouting slightly as he kisses his cheek. "You never told me good morning, meanie."

Harry turns his head so he can give Draco a proper kiss. "Good morning."

Draco smiles at that, while Scorpius squeals "gross!"

"I'll make coffee," Draco murmured, sliding his arm away and going to do just that.

"Can I have some?" Scorpius pleads.

Draco scoffs, messing up Scorpius's hair before turning to the coffee pot. "Nice try, buddy. But you can have chocolate milk instead."

"Can I put it in a coffee mug?"

"Of course." Draco is smiling, amused, and goes to the fridge to start making chocolate milk as the coffee pot starts brewing.

"Alright!" Harry shouts, clapping his hands. "Milk, flour, eggs, vanilla! Chop, chop, slave!"

Scorpus giggles as he rushes around to grab the ingredients Harry listed. He frowns when he opens the wrong cabinet, and has to try two more times before he finds the vanilla. He finds the flour second try and the milk and eggs on the first.

"Perfect!" Harry cheers. "Record time!" 

Scorpius giggles again, and Harry sets up the stepstool so Scorpius can reach over the counter.

"Do you know how to crack an egg?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I've seen Papa do it." With this surefire answer, Scorpius firmly slams the egg against the counter, immediately breaking it and getting egg all over the counter and floor.

"Wha-" Scorpius stares at the mess, shocked. Harry is laughing so hard he can barely breathe. Draco has to set down the chocolate syrup because he's laughing too hard to pour it.

"It's okay, buddy. We can clean it up after we're done," Harry laughs, grabbing another egg. "Look, you tap it, real careful, then a little harder and it cracks. You dig your fingers in and hold it over the bowl and pull it apart. Try it."

Scorpius scrunches up his face in concentration, tapping the egg carefully against the counter, then a little harder. Nothing happens.

"Little harder."

Scorpius hits it just a bit harder, and his face lights up when it cracks. He holds it over the bowl very carefully, digging his small fingers into the crack and pulling it apart to fully break the egg.

"Well done!" Harry cheers. "Alright, that's two eggs. Now we need a cup and a half of flour. Do you know where the measuring cups are?"

"Under the microwave," Draco answers, setting Harry's coffee down on the counter. He reaches up to the cabinet by Harry's head and grabs another mug, filling it with milk and pouring in the chocolate syrup. He ventures to the other side of the kitchen to find a spoon.

Meanwhile, Scorpius finds the cup and half cup and scoops some flour into the cup. Harry shows him how to level it off with a butter knife, and Scorpius pours it in, shouting with surprise when flour clouds up and covers both of them.

Draco starts laughing again, and sets down Scorpius' chocolate milk. "You have to pour flour carefully, Scorp. Otherwise it poofs up."

Scorpius scowls, his pale face even paler due to the flour now covering it. "I know that now."

Harry laughs. "It's alright. Let's get the milk. Half a cup, and be careful with it."

Scorpius' face screws up in concentration again as he very very carefully pours the milk into the measuring cup while Harry holds it still. Then he pours it into the mixture.

"Alright, a teaspoon of vanilla. Where are the-" 

Draco grins and holds out a teaspoon. Harry flashes him a smile and takes it.

"I'll pour the vanilla in, and you can mix it."

"Deal!" Scorpius hops off his stool and rushes across the kitchen to grab a spoon. Draco turns on the stove and sprays a pan with nonstick.

Scorpius clambers back onto the stool and stirs the mix as Harry pours in the vanilla.

"Now we pour. C'mon." Harry picks up the bowl and the half measuring cup and goes over to the stove. He picks up Scorpius around the waist and lifts him so he can see the stove.

"Don't touch the pan, it's hot. Grab the cup and get some batter and make the pancake."

Scorpius carefully reaches out and grabs the cup, scooping some batter and pouring it carefully onto the pan before tossing the cup back in the bowl.

"Perfect!" Harry cheers, setting Scorpius down. "Now we wait."

"How long?" Scorpius asks, grabbing his chocolate milk from across the room.

"A minute."

"That's so long!" Scorpius complains, lifting his mug to sip his chocolate milk. His sweater paws jumble around the handle.

Draco gives Scorpius a conspiratorial wink and makes a show of pointing his wand fake-secretly at the pan and whispering something.

"Looks done now," he says angelically, smiling at Harry.

Harry fake-scowls at him, before lifting Scorpius up with one hand and grabbing a spatula with the other.

"You know how to flip it?" he asks, and Scorpius nods, shoving the spatula under the pancake and flipping it.

It cooks for another minute, before Harry slides it onto a plate and hands it to Scorpius, who tests it.

"Yummy!" he shouts. "Can I make a big pancake?"

"Sure." Harry lifts him again and instead of grabbing the measuring cup, Scorpius lifts the bowl and tips it into the pan, going until the bottom of the pan disappears. He tips the bowl back up and smiles.

Harry laughs, setting him down and putting the bowl back. He waits a minute before pushing the spatula under it and carefully flipping it.

"Daaaad!" Scorpius cries. "You have to flip it like a chef!"

Harry laughs. "Okay, I will."

He waits until the pancake is cooked, and holds out the pan, flipping it up.

The pancake flies way off course, away from the pan. It's heading toward the floor, when suddenly Draco sticks out a plate lightning-fast and catches it.

Harry raises his eyebrows as he sets the pan back, impressed. Draco sheepishly runs his fingers through his curly blonde hair.

"When I took that cooking class a while ago, they taught us how to do stuff like that so we didn't waste food," he mumbles.

"That was awesome!" Scorpius cheers, hugging him.

Harry grins at his now flour-covered husband with delight. Amused grey eyes meet green, and Draco hugs Scorpius tightly, a smile spreading across his face.

"Yeah," Harry agrees, taking in his messy kitchen and messy family. "Pretty awesome."