Dessert
because there's nothing better than chocolate icecream or warm apple pie
The air is filled with the scraping of spoons against the deepest crevices of bowls and the sound of contented sighs as the sea of people roll their tongues gracefully around generous slices of treacle tart. Severus sighs, dessert is a useless frivolity.
Incredibly listless, he stares around the Great Hall, avoiding the urge to snort at how intimate some people are getting with their after-dinner meal. One little Hufflepuff girl is moaning and groaning and her face is smothered in chocolate, causing a few other boys at her table to laugh.
Severus continues scanning the room, before his eyes, as wide as saucers, fall upon Lily. Her head is back and she's laughing as an arm holds out a strawberry, dipped in chocolate. He watches, fascinated, as she dips in her mouth, once, twice, her tongue swirling across the chocolate before retreating behind those luscious lips. She does it again, and again, and he's mesmerised, unable to turn his eyes away from her.
Maybe dessert isn't quite so bad after all.
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Because I'm attempting to finish this