#82 words

Draco has the timing down perfectly. Nibble one sugary wing as the last person in the queue gets served, the other when the sign is turned to “closed” and the till is emptied. Lick the ganache centre out of the Snitch’s truffle body (not too fast!) while the tables are wiped down. Stand, Vanish his unused serviette, take eleven steps to the shop’s kitchen.

“Right on time,” Harry whispers, leaning in to kiss the gold and chocolate from Draco’s lips.

“I know.”

Written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt, "wings."

"We'll be the best couple there ever was, Moony."

"Course we will."

Whispers in the night. Telling stories they knew wouldn't come true.

"There'll be villains to fight together."

"And battles to overcome."

"See, Moony. I knew you'd get it. There'll be weddings and babies…"

"And our names printed in newspapers and-"

"And vanquishing long-lost enemies."

"We'll play house and buy joint presents.

"Truly, my love, we're an epic tale."

Whispers in the night. Telling stories they never dreamed would come true.