I was trying to cook a little treat for myself. I was trying to bake cookies when I put them in the oven they began to smoke setting off the fire alarm. This happened a few times......... Well......... Let's say more like 20. You heard a knock at your apartment door. You opened it to see a man leaning his tired head on your doorframe. He had platinum blonde hair and grey eyes.
"For the love of everything good woman what are you doing?"
"Cookies?"
"You obviously need someone to teach you how to cook...... May I?" He said gesturing toward the open door.
You agreed.
You found out his name was Draco and that he lived a few doors down the hall.
You sighed as the last batch went in the oven.
"Oh (y/n) you have a little." He gestured toward the powdered sugar smears on you cheek. "Let me get that."
He leaned close and air got caught in your throat, he noticed your closeness to and his cheeks heated up.
"(Y/n)? I-I-I was wondering if it would be possible that you would like to.... Um..... Go   Out.    For    Tea   Maybe? Youseethereisthisreallygreatshopdowntown and all so yeah." He scratched the back of his neck a sheepish smile on his face.
He started to walk out in embarrassment when you grabbed his wrist. "I'd love to."