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Chapter 2

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Draco sensed a change in Harry's magical aura and turned instinctively towards the dark-haired wizard. He could feel a slight degree of agitation emanating from the Gryffindor, and he certainly seemed to be in more than a little discomfort if his flushed cheeks were anything to go by.

Draco chuckled softly and grinned. "Hey – it's only a tomato! For goodness sake, I can easily do without it." He shrugged. "I just thought we had one left, that's all."

Harry blushed even further, still refusing to look at Draco.

The Slytherin suddenly frowned at him, detecting a subtle shift in his husband's magical presence. "Hang on a minute – are you - ?" Draco's eyebrows shot up. "Are you closing your mind off?"

Harry's eyes widened. He shook his head violently and hurriedly turned to leave the kitchen.

Draco deftly caught Harry's arm and whipped him around until the two were facing. "What on earth are you doing, Harry?" he spluttered, utterly confused by this bizarre behaviour. Harry continued to fidget and pried at his husband's strong grip.

Suddenly, eyes narrowing, Draco's curiosity got the better of him. He looked directly at Harry and spoke clearly. "Legilimens!" He caught the Gryffindor off guard.

"No!" Harry shielded his face and turned away. He somehow managed to successfully block out his thoughts. Thank you, Snape, he thought gratefully, thankful that the Occlumency lessons he had been subjected to hadn't been a complete waste of effort. Draco wasn't a Slytherin for nothing, however. He had a pretty good idea that whatever was causing Harry to behave so strangely had something to do with magic.

Which had something to do with wands.

Harry's wand.

Draco quickly grabbed his own wand and aimed it at the end of Harry's. He wasted no time. "Prior Incantato!" A jet of light connected the tips of the two wands and -

Nothing happened.

Harry lunged to break the connection but he was a split second too late. A silvery image poured from the end of the Gryffindor's wand and formed a miniature scene before them, of a tiny fridge, a worktop, and a bowl. The objects hung in the air for a few seconds as the two wizards looked on. The door of the fridge suddenly opened, and at a roaring pace, the glistening image of a tomato shot out of it. Harry closed his eyes and exhaled loudly in defeat. No doubt about it, he had a lot of explaining to do.

Draco rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Harry, if you used the last tomato, you should have just said. For goodness sake, what did you think I was going to do - "

He stopped mid-sentence when he realised that Harry's wand hadn't quite finished….

The tomato, on it's destination towards the bowl, suddenly veered off course and smacked into the image of a radiator that had just formed and splattered onto the carefully arranged shirt that was lying on it. Draco's shirt. Draco's favourite shirt, to be precise.

Draco's eyes widened in disbelief and his mouth fell open. "That's what happened? You told me it was blood!"

"Er – yes, I believe I did." Now it was Harry's turn to look sheepish. "It actually – er - wasn't." He squirmed a little under Draco's gaze. "I was aiming at the bowl, honest. It was an accident."

"You completely ruined my favourite shirt, Potter! I couldn't get that stain out."

Harry raised his eyebrows in bemusement. "Would you rather it was my blood?"

"You gave my shirt a bath in tomatoes!" Draco snapped. "That's even worse!"

"Not tomatoes," Harry pointed out helpfully. "Just one."

Draco raised an eyebrow. Don't get smart with me, Potter. Draco put his hands on his hips and glared at the squirming wizard before him. "Oh I'm so sorry Draco", the Slytherin mimicked sarcastically, "I cut my finger and it bled all over your shirt!" He snorted. "By the way, would you mind not wasting it because I could bottle it and sell it as ketchup."

Harry rolled his eyes. He got the point.

And, a few moments later, he also got a raw omelette.

Right in his face.

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I hope you liked it! Not to worry, Harry and Draco sorted out their differences after Harry promised never to mix magic and food ever again.

'Prior Incantato' produces an image of the last spell that was cast by a wand.