1. CHOCOLATE
350 Words
Harry hated going into Honeyduke's. He figured that after years of going without, it was hard to force yourself to indulge. Aisles of ice mice and blood pops never did tempt him, but even he couldn't resist the allure of chocolate frogs. He especially liked the feel of the gold embossed lettering on the outside, the twist and curl of the c's and o's under his thumb. Plus there was just something amazing about standing in front of a long aisle full of them.
"Father told me never to buy sweets from here," drawled a voice from down the aisle. Harry didn't even need to bother looking up to know Malfoy was once again showing off. He wondered if his voice always carried so far, or if he had a Potter-detecting device that knew how and when best to annoy Harry.
"Honeyduke's is known for below par chocolate. Father says it's better to import," Malfoy continued, and Pansy ooh-ed and ah-ed at all the right times. Harry peered surreptitiously over his shoulder just in time to see Pansy flouncing away, dropping all the chocolate that had laden her arms into the closest bin. Malfoy watched her go before turning back to look at the stack of chocolate frogs to which he must have been referring.
As Harry looked on, Malfoy's hand trailed over each package slowly, often tracing the lettering in a slow methodical manner. Harry's fingers started to subconsciously follow the same pattern on his own chocolate frogs, pausing to linger on each curl.
Pansy's shrill voice eventually cut through Malfoy's concentration, and he jumped, moving quickly away. One final glance back, and for the first time Malfoy caught eyes with Harry. He paused, eyeing the chocolate frogs in Harry's hands. His gaze unguarded, Harry could read the desire evident on his face, and it sent a sudden shiver through his body. Malfoy looked up, his eyes finding Harry's once more, before he finally disappeared beyond the aisle.
Harry looked down at the four packages in his hands, grabbed two more, and headed to the counter to check out.