Marshmallow
by Mistral Amara
Snape found the concept of toasting marshmallows unfathomable.
"Look at it this way," Willow said. "Straight out of the bag, it's just a marshmallow. But put it on a stick and hold it over the fire long enough, and it's a nummy treat."
"And here I thought it was just another Muggle time-waster."
"Well, if you're so impatient..." She dipped the marshmallow into the fire for just a moment, then quickly withdrew it and blew out the flame.
"Now this," she said, "is your kind of marshmallow. See, it's just like you. All dark, hard, and crusty on the outside." She pulled the carbonized outer coating off the marshmallow, blew on it, popped it in her mouth and ate it. She grimaced. "Really kind of nasty. While the inside, on the other hand..." she waggled the stick holding the rest of the marshmallow temptingly close to his mouth. "...the inside is soft and sweet and full of yummy goodness."
"Only to you," he murmured, and leaned forward to bite the gooey mass. A split-second later he spat it back out, wincing from the burns in his mouth.
"And, oh yeah," said Willow, blushing slightly. "Sorta hot."
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