Assignment 4, History of Magic, task 1: Write about someone's first time experiencing Bertie Bott's Beans
Disney: "You told me a lie, [Name]. You said I could trust you."/"It's like you said; you can't trust anyone."
Slash September: Piers
Word Count: 522
"Just try it," Dean insists. "Trust me; they're delicious."
He watches in amusement as Piers picks up the Bertie Bott's Bean and examines it. "You know these aren't just a magical treat, right?" he asks, dark eyes rolling. "You can buy these things almost anywhere."
"But these are special."
His boyfriend doesn't look so convinced. Piers' brows raise. "Special?" He rolls the bean between his fingers, leaning in to sniff it cautiously. "Those Canary Cremes were special. This is just… ordinary."
Dean groans. Over the past month, ever since he'd finally worked up the nerve to tell Piers that he's a wizard, Dean has tried to introduce his boyfriend to the wizarding world. So far, it's gone mostly well.
"Go on," Dean urges.
It's such a silly thing, and he knows it. Still, he can't help but grow impatient. He still remembers his first time trying Bertie Bott's. Seamus had nearly fallen out of his seat as Dean had coughed and groaned upon crushing the black pepper-flavored bean between his teeth.
"So… What's this one, then?" Piers asks curiously, presenting the bean in the center of his palm.
Dean leans in, studying the colors and pattern. The bean is a nice peach color with flecks of pink and brown mixed in. "Probably something sweet and fruity?" he guesses. "Fruit punch? I don't know if I've had this one before."
"Fat lot of help you are," Piers groans.
And yet, Piers opens his mouth and pops the small sweet into his mouth. Dean watches eagerly as Piers chews it. Within seconds, Piers' face grows pale, and he looks like he might be sick. He spits the partially chewed bean on the ground before kicking the spit-slick thing away.
"It tasted like puke!"
"Ah…"
"Ah? What the hell do you mean?" Piers demands, wiping his mouth. "I can still taste it, Dean!"
Dean clears his throat, adjusting the collar of his shirt. He already knows Piers won't like the answer, but there's no point in delaying it. As his boyfriend desperately scrubs his shirt over his tongue, Dean explains, "I know they have some terrible flavors. I just didn't know there was a vomit flavor."
As expected, Piers doesn't look happy. "You knew I might end up with a disgusting flavor, and you still let me try it?"
"Yep."
"You told me a lie, Dean! You said I could trust you!"
Dean offers him an apologetic smile. "It's like you said; you can't trust anyone," he points out.
Piers narrows his eyes, but there's something softer beneath his annoyance. Despite everything, his lips still tug into a smile. "I'm supposed to be able to trust you," he counters.
Dean shrugs before tucking the bag of Bertie Bott's Beans back into his coat pocket. He reaches into his other pocket and pulls out a Chocolate Frog. "What about this?"
Piers accepts it and examines it, his smile instantly replaced by an uncertain frown. "Dean, I swear to God, if these are real frogs—"
"You just talked about trusting me!" Dean says, holding his hand over his heart in mock offense. "I'm getting mixed signals here."
