Drabble #1
Prompt: Treacle
Pairing suggestion: Harry Potter/Theodore Nott
Thank you to B from RoR for the idea.
Harry glanced across the dining hall to the Slytherin table at the thin boy beside Draco Malfoy. Theodore Nott was staring down at his plate fixedly at what seemed to be a slice of treacle tart. Harry had never seen the other boy so much as glance at anything the way he was staring at the tart; it was as though he had fallen in love with it. His eyes were glazed over with ecstasy as he took a piece of the treacle and slipped it in his mouth. Theodore's eye closed as he allowed the treacle to melt in his mouth, swallowing the decadent tart. To his horror, Harry found himself absolutely aroused.
"What are you staring at, Harry?" Hermione asked from across the table. "Your cheeks are flushed."
"What? No they aren't," Harry mumbled, averting his gaze down onto his plate.
"They are." She looked behind her to see who was in his line of vision. She didn't see Cho Chang or anyone she knew Harry took an interest in. "Who were you looking at?"
"No one," he growled defensively, shoving a forkful of his own tart into his mouth. Savouring the sweetness in his mouth, he stole another glance across the room. Theodore looked to still be in a state of complete euphoria at the simple taste of the treacle.
Nott placed another piece of tart into his mouth, then, to Harry's abhorrent displeasure, his eyes flickered up, looking directly in his direction. Without thinking about the burning in his loins, Harry stood up, embarrassed at being discovered.
"Mate..." Ron began to say, his gaze on Harry's evident need. He was ignored, and Harry stormed out of the Great Hall without another word.
He headed straight for the boy's lavatory on the first floor, turning on the cold water upon his arrival. Splashing his face with the frigid water, he heard a voice drawl slowly behind him. "What was your rush?" Harry spun around, glowering at the tall, thin boy.
"It's not any of your business, Nott."
"Isn't it?" His eyes raked over Harry's body, pausing on the bulge in his trousers. "I know you were watching me eat that treacle, Potter, and obviously..." he paused, stepping close to the shorter boy. "...you want it to be my business."
"What are you talking about?" Harry muttered quietly, his cheeks crimson as the other boy invaded his personal space.
Without further explanation, Theodore placed a hand on Harry's chest pushing him towards the bathroom stalls.