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Harry sat at one end of the couch, Draco at the other. Harry was deeply immersed in some ancient black-and-white Muggle movie playing on the television screen, but Draco was more interested in the almost-empty plate of cookies sitting beside Harry.
As stealthily as he could, he shifted over, watching the dark-haired man carefully to make sure he hadn't been seen. But just as he reached out for the last cookie on the plate, Harry beat him to it, and took a huge bite.
Draco opened his mouth to protest, but he knew that Harry would likely ignore him, as he did so often.
Pouting, he returned to his own end of the couch. Harry was still staring at the television screen, not paying any attention to Draco.
Draco wanted the cookie. It was still warm from the oven—and one of his first "Muggle victories". He had actually been able to work the oven without magic and without significant damage to either himself or the cookies. And it was chocolate-chip.
He was willing to do anything.
He made his way back over to Harry's end of the couch, less furtively this time. As Harry turned to look at him, the last half of the cookie now in his mouth, Draco sat down on his lap and kissed him.
He felt Harry grinning against his lips, and Draco began to pry them open using his tongue. Harry was more than happy to comply.
A few seconds later, Draco pulled away, smirking to himself. Harry beamed at him, but a moment later his smile fell, and he opened his mouth, looking slightly confused. Then, as he realized what had happened, he turned to Draco, an irritated look on his face.
"You stole my cookie!"