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A/N: This scene was deleted from my Hogwarts-era fic, When Harry Cursed Draco (not posted here due to its rating). Chocolate Newts are more expensive than Chocolate Frogs, and more difficult to find. They are also much easier to eat than their froggy counterpart, as Newts are usually half-asleep and not easily roused.
Harry had long heard the rumour that Narcissa Malfoy sent chocolates to her son every day, and now he knew it to be true. Draco had gotten into the habit of hiding little treats for Harry, slipping them into Harry's book bag and other places where he knew that Harry would find them.
When Ron saw Harry pull a wax paper parcel of exquisitely formed Chocolate Newts out of his desk in Potions class, Harry laughed and blamed Romilda Vane. His eyes briefly met Draco's across the room, acknowledged by an almost imperceptible lift of blond eyebrow, and he flushed a little.
Ron held up his hand in protest before Harry could open the package. "None for me, thanks!" he declared.
Harry snorted, remembering Ron's disastrous experience with Romilda's most recent love offering. "Maybe I'll save 'em for someone special."
"How 'bout Malfoy? Be a treat to see him mooning over you, stupid ponce that he is."
Harry laughed merrily, mostly to himself. "No, I'm far too good for him," he corrected, knowing Ron would never realise how close he came to catching on. Later that night, Harry knew, he would lay in bed with curtains drawn. He'd pop the chocolates into his mouth one by one and savour the rich sweetness melting on his tongue, surrounded by Draco's warmth even in his absence.
Without looking at Ron, he slipped the package into his robes, selfishly grateful to keep Draco's gift all to himself.