Disclaimer: I own nothing! I'm only playing around with them for a bit.
Note: I can't remember if this was BETA'D or not. If not all mistakes are my own.
Nobody seemed to notice or care when the two boys came crashing into the Great Hall, amidst the usually scuffle of people leaving to class, huffing and puffing, desperately trying to calm their racing heartbeats, the tips of their fingers dyed a deep purple and their robe pockets lumpy with some stuffed delight hidden inside.
Nobody noticed when the taller of the two slipped his hand in other boy's early in that morning, and whispered so that only he could hear, "I know a wonderful place where they have the juiciest hidden fruit. Much better than what they're serving here at any rate." He winked and was rewarded with a blush.
The smaller boy was led away by the hand outside the weathered oak doors, down past the lake, just beyond the train tracks, where in a tucked away nook, there were literally hundreds of mulberry trees, all of them teeming with sun ripened fruit, that fell off at the lightest touch. Their fingers stained, as they hungrily fell upon them, the tart yet delicious berry squishing amongst white teeth and tongue. A wind picked up and millions fell at once, the boys able only to catch a few, the rest plummeting towards them, like air bombs, turning their white starched shirts into a new shade of purple. Nobody noticed that the two boys had gone except perhaps a slick plump gray cat with yellow eyes and a kinked tail.
The taller of the two delicately picked a giant berry and placed it in between his already purple lips. The smaller, picking up on this cue, raised slowly to the tips of his toes, and pried the berry from his lover's lips, managing only to stain his nose. It was over as quickly as it began, the bell ringing to signify the start of the scuffle to class, the end of breakfast. "Harry, C'mon!" He laughed, quickly scooping up as much of the fruit that would possibly hold in his already overflowing pockets.
"I'm coming! I'm coming! Merlin, Cedric, what the point of having so many berries?"
He came up close to Harry, popped another berry in his mouth, and after he was quite sure that Harry's eyes were fixed on his lips, whispered, "To make a pie you silly boy. Mother always did make the. best. pies." Accenting each word with yet another berry into his already purple mouth. Watching with delight as Harry's eyes remained fixated on his mouth.
They were racing through the hallways, laughing at their own tardiness, the fact that they couldn't possibly be any later to class, the joy of the summer berries, and what the teacher would say. Their ties were flapping behind them, the cloaks giving them a formable impression as they skidded down the Great Hall, into the winding corridors and into their appropriate classrooms; hand in hand. It wasn't that everyone didn't already know; the whispers and rumors in the hallways proved that. Everyone knew, but nobody noticed.
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