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“I can’t believe you’ve never done this.” Ron shakes his head as he carves the pumpkin.
“Why should I? I have house elves for this.” Draco is a little annoyed and very embarrassed by how terrible he is at carving a pumpkin. Or baking cookies. Or decorating a house. He is good at everything. Okay, so maybe not everything, but almost. Except manual labor as proven by this terrible evening.
Ron laughs. “Because it’s not as fun. Come on, tell me that you aren’t enjoying yourself.”
Draco raises an eyebrow. “Enjoying myself? I’m got pumpkin seeds all over.”
“Two seeds were on your sleeve,” Ron points out.
“My hands are all cut up,” Draco continues as if Ron isn’t talking.
“Two cuts so thin that I healed them easily,” Ron says.
“The pumpkin looks like it has four eyes,” Draco adds.
Ron nods. “Can’t disagree with you there. You’re supposed to put the mouth under the eyes,” he says, trying not to laugh.
“Fuck you,” Draco mutters, pouting. “What else do you have in mind for tonight?
Ron puts down the carving knife and casts a cleaning spell, before hugging Draco. “We can go with your plan. I’ll fuck you.”