(Author's Notes: This will be the first chapter of five, all revolving around a single sense, whether it's taste, touch, hearing, smell, or sight. They will also all revolve around slash, so be forewarned. There will be a different pairing per chapter.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Half-Blood Prince
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Theodore Nott.)
Taste
When Draco kissed Theodore Nott, the other boy tasted of strawberries. Later, when he asked Theodore about it, the boy had smiled and said simply, "I like strawberries." That was how Theodore was -- things were always that simple and, well, obvious to him. It was obvious that he'd taste like strawberries since he liked strawberries, just like it was obvious that Draco would taste like spit and chocolate because Draco was always nibbling on sweets.
It was also obvious that Draco would punch him in the stomach for saying he tasted like spit, was mentioned in a chagrined tone after Draco had punched him.
One thing Draco loved about Theodore was the various tastes that somehow followed him around. Usually Theodore tasted like strawberries, but sometimes he tasted like pumpkin juice or Butterbeer, and after the first time they'd had sex, Theodore had tasted like sweat and a sweetness Draco couldn't name.
He pestered Theodore for weeks about that sweetness, but Theodore couldn't tell him what the taste was, and so eventually he'd given up. Even during the war, in the middle of a battle, that taste would suddenly flare on his lips, and he would find himself distracted and smiling lopsidedly, even as he dodged the latest curse hurled his way.
And then Theodore was caught and imprisoned by that damn Order of the Phoenix, and Draco lost the sense of taste. Something sweet, something bitter, something rancid…he couldn't tell the difference. He found he didn't care. Taste was only important when he was kissing Theodore and seeing if the other Slytherin tasted like strawberries or licorice.
When they rescued him, Theodore was skin and bones and shadows, with bruises in his eyes and a tremor in his smile. But as Draco cradled him, he gave a whispery laugh and said, "Took you long enough." And when Draco smashed their mouths together, he just tasted salt and spit but that didn't matter because it was Theodore.
And when he pulled away and kissed Theodore tenderly on the cheek, Theodore leaned against him and said in a voice made rasping by disuse, "You taste like chocolate and spit."
"I like chocolate," said Draco simply, and smiled.
(Author's Notes: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Please remember to review!)