92. Sweet
Lights flickered brightly in Harry's living room. A large screen television played some movie or other with loud sounds.
Harry sank into the comforts of his sofa, its softness lulling him into a comfortable posture with a content smile. Death sat on the carpeted floor to his immediate front with her head resting on his legs on occasion. While Harry was content to stare idly at the movie, Death was making the most of the home movie experience.
Death's little domain on the ground was littered with different drinks and snacks. She had jumped from chocolates, to pastries, to her current interest of ice cream.
"When Mr. Biggiesworth gets upset, people die!" the television played.
She couldn't help but snort as the scene took place. Scooping another spoonful from the ice cream tub, she marveled at the flavor, "This is amazing. What even is this flavor and where did you get some? I might need to stock my place with it."
Harry chuckled at the sight of Death loving the flavor so much. It was rather cute to see her so easily thrilled, "It's mandrake ice cream. I got the batch from Andre."
She remembered Andre. He was a rather flamboyant friend of Harry's. There was always amusement to be had over his attempts to play wingman for Harry as it were. It probably would've been far more subtle if he didn't find the need to practically scream out his intentions while he 'whispered' to Harry. Though, she had to admit that he had instances of clarity where he gave Harry some legitimate advice and tips for courtship.
"I'm glad you like it. It's amazing how he figured out how to make the mandrakes so delicious. Who knows how long he was cooking this up? It must take a level of obsession to make something like mandrake appealing on any level," he said.
Death leaned her head backwards to lift her lips in a teasing smile, "Obsession, you say? I think a certain someone is living in a house of glass, birds of a feather as they say."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I work with moderation," he defended. When her expression grew smug, he turned her face away from him and attempted to push down the embarrassment.
Said embarrassment grew alongside her giggles. She traced a single finger up his thigh, "I recall a certain reclusive wizard ignoring his beautiful lover for a potions book. I guess I'm old news now. Long gone are the days when I was your precious Pale Lady. It was good while it lasted. We shall forever have Ys."
She shifted from the ground and slid up his side to sit comfortably in his lap. Digging into the ice cream tub she scooped a generous amount of the treat and fed it to him. Death kissed his cheek as he ate it, "Don't give me that pout. I think your dedication and wonder in the mystic arts is one of your attractive features, but there's such a thing as too much. I don't want to take you away from your studies, but I do want you to relax even if we aren't doing anything special. In short, help me eat all of this before I bloat."
Harry laughed in good nature and hugged her closer to his body, "The great forces of Death and Magic tackling the age old problem of junk food. I'm sure if we work together we'll overcome it." Shooting a look at the near hill of treats piled on the ground he hesitated, "That's a lot though. Eating all of that could get us sick. Wait… do you even get sick?"
Death groaned and shoved another spoonful of ice cream in his mouth, "That's not what I want to hear right now. Just indulge and live a little. All of your high tension is going to infect me and be the death of me."
She could scarcely hold back the laughter at the aggrieved expression he wore on his face.
"Must you?" he asked.
Freeing a hand, she tapped her cheek in mock contemplation, "Well I could be persuaded to stop." Her smile became inviting as she placed the ice cream aside. Lips to neck, she dragged her kisses down to his chest.
"I thought you took no bribes," he teased as he caressed her sides.
She moved her focus from his chest to his lips sharing a passionate kiss with him. Death took a moment to pull away, "I suppose even I have my price. Just goes to show that sometimes it just takes the right person and leverage."
"I defer to your great wisdom, so let me keep my end of the bargain," he leaned in and snatched her lips.
The television was left forgotten.
