Sweet to Your Taste
Potter appears at half-twelve in his Auror robes. Draco had planned to forcibly not look at him, but he canât help it.
Because Potter looks at the biscuits first. He gazes at them, seeming utterly lovesick, and actually startles when he sees the note.
He blinks hard and shakes his head. Opens his mouth. Shuts it again.
And thenâyes, yes!âhe stalks to the door of the shop, his crimson robes billowing dramatically behind him. He throws the door open and strides inside. Potter puts his hand out, and Dracoâs parchment wings across the air and lands in Potterâs palm.
âItâs bloody treacle tart flavoured, you tosser?â Potter reads in a disbelieving tone, then lifts his eyes to meet Dracoâs. âIs this for me?â
âWho else would it be for?â Draco coughs loudly. âIÂ mean. Hello. What could I get for you? AÂ biscuit?â
Potter stares at him, then takes a tentative step forwards. Heâs in a dark green jumper this time, also with a large white H on the front. âWhat is this?â
âA bakery.â
âI know that. But youââ
âFrankly, I canât see how itâs any of your business.â
âWhat?â
âHave a bloody biscuit, Potter. Youâve been mooning over them for days!â
âI have not,â Potter snaps.
âYou have so. Itâs a window, not a brick wall. Or has your eyesight got worse since school?â
Potter glares, his eyes black behind his glasses. âSod off, Malfoy,â he says, then completely undermines himself by sodding off on his own.
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A birthday fic for @itsphantasmagoria, an illustrious and incredible artist and MY FRIEND! Featuring Draco as a baker and Harry longing for sweets <3











