"What flavor is it, Harry?"

The bed was completely strewn with candy. Hard candy, soft candy, chewy candy, candy that begged to be stripped of it's foil wrapping and savored on your tongue like the taste of a long lost lover. Chocolate. Sweet confections sprinkled with sugary rainbow powders like fairy dust. Candy that glittered in it's plastic wrapping, waiting to be tasted. Muggle candy, wizarding candy, candy that neither of them had ever seen before in their lives. Everywhere, brightly coloured packages called to them, waiting for their moment.

"Can't tell.." Harry said, frowning. He cocked his head to the side slightly, jaw moving just a little as he tried to determine the taste of the tiny hard candy.

"Well. The package is pink, and pink is always a good flavour." Draco said.
"Pink flavoured?" Harry echoed, and smiled untill slowly his lips spread into a grin. "Oh yes," Draco said. "And blue flavoured, and red.."
"Your mad." He laughed, as Draco greedily ripped open a small packet of Sugardust and sprinkled the fine powder onto his wet, pink tongue. He closed his eyes and smiled. "I love this stuff." He sighed contentedly. "It's absolutley rapturous."
When Draco opened his eyes again, Harry was tearing at a bag of Oreos.
"Say, What're those?" He asked curiously, and leaned forward just a little. "I've never seen them before."
"These are Oreos. Here. Try one." Harry reached into the bag and placed one small, black and white cookie in the center of Draco's outstretched palm. He examined the cookie curiously before placing in his mouth and chewing it up. "Oh.. wow." He said, softly, and reached for another. Playfully, Harry slapped his hand away. "These are *muggle* cookies, Malfoy. And you don't like muggles, *remember*?" He waved the bag back and fourth in front of Draco's face, teasing.
Draco made a face at him and laughed. "Sod off, Potter."
"Make me." Harry smirked and brought his arm (along with the bag) down, sitting up on his knees. His voice was challenging, eyes glittering a cheerful green behind his glasses.
"Okay.." Draco breathed, and raised his hands to Harry's face, slipping his glasses down off the bridge of his nose. Harry blinked his watery green eyes, leaning forward just a little in his struggle to make out Draco's face. "I can't see without my glasses." Harry whispered, and let his forehead rest against Draco's.
"You don't need to see." He murmured, before he pressed his lips to the other boy's softly.



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brilliant memories wrapped in foil like drops of chocolate fallacie like the velvet kiss a peach gives you when you bite into it's skin. creamy. your caresses. honey in the dip of your thighs, your sway, the way they spread for me. this sweet will rot away in me. slow molasses. these kisses. powdery cocoanut snowballs.
just because it feels good doesn't mean it's right.

painful swells of cotton candy . pink desire tender lover lover

your caramel - and i am beyond, lost in a million flavoured garden where princesses weep lemon drop tears. weave strands of sugar into blasphemy . dreams are forgotten because it is the saccharine itself that fucks me . jeweled candies grow on trees that have raspberry v e i n s, dripping that delicious currant into the milky pools of my mentality. . .

the universe is made of sinful candy . and god makes love to the world with chocolate .