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Orange —

Wednesday morning the breakfast tables were long expanses of everything anyone could possibly want to start their day, from bacon and eggs to blood pudding, though Harry tried not to look at that. Students picked and chose among the delicacies, passing platters covered in sausages, bowls full of porridge, and baskets full of fluffy scones.

Tea pots and coffee pots and pitchers of pumpkin juice danced across the wooden surface, adding their own music to the raucous tune of children getting ready for school. Dumbledore said he got the idea from a movie, only six people laughed.

One of them was Draco Malfoy.

The worst of the hangover had been burned off by a potion that tasted of scorched marshmallows, and Harry pushed away the pitcher of pumpkin juice, searching for something a little sharper, to take the sticky sweet taste out of his mouth.

The tea pot was doing a jig just out of his reach and he didn't feel like fighting for the coffee, so he slumped back in his seat and looked around the Great Hall, waiting for his turn.

One of the benefits of attending a magical school meant they could party all night and look none the worse for wear the next day. They couldn't do it too often, since eventually the lack of sleep would catch up with them, but for the moment it was difficult to tell which students had spent half the night pouring alcohol over and into themselves and each other, and which had spent the night in virtuous sleep.

Harry smacked his lips, eying the bacon. His stomach was finally calm, and maybe the saltiness of it would cut the sugary taste of the potion.

He could smell something sweet, sharp and dense, not lemon or lime as he had smelt before on Draco, but he turned to the Slytherin table anyway.

Heads bowed in decorous conversation, they ate with perfect table manners, forks and knives held gracefully in clean, smooth-skinned fingers. Harry saw the sun shining off of Malfoy's hair and watched his long white fingers manipulate the shining silver flatware.

One pale hand reached for a tall glass full of orange liquid. Harry thought it was pumpkin juice, but the color seemed different, brighter, as though the sunshine was caught in it while it was held in that pale hand. The glass was raised to pink lips, as a paler pink tongue traced the swollen flesh, and Harry remembered that mouth on his skin.

The white throat moved once, twice, with the liquid, and Harry wanted to taste that rich pink flesh, share the juice that was running over that tongue.

At some unspoken cue the Slytherins rose and left their table, abandoning the platters still half-full of food, and the House Elves re-distributed them to the other tables. Harry watched the pitcher Draco's glass had been poured from hungrily as the House Elves carried it.

It was deposited directly in front of him, and disguising his haste with an excess of care that was probably even more obvious among the obstreperous Gryffindor mass, he poured a glass of the bright liquid and took a tentative sip.

And was met by the bland sweetness of pumpkin juice. It was the same pitcher, the exact same that Draco had poured his glass from, but that sense of sour/sharp/sweetness was missing.

Harry got up from the table, and walked in the direction the Slytherin had taken, smelling the dense aroma become stronger. As he approached the blond, standing outside the potion's classroom, the scent became stronger still, as if it was streaming off of Draco's pale white skin, his shining blond hair.

Oranges .

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Note: Well that's Oranges. Normally I like to be three chapters ahead of what I've posted, so if I hit a slump I can still update. It's a habit I learned from experience with "ANNIVERSARY" which once went a year without an update. I am only one chapter ahead of this fic, but I felt like splurging this week-end so I've posted there things so far, this chapter, the next chapter of "MY ANGEL" and a one shot called "HARRY NEEDS A MAKEOVER" that actually made my beta laugh out loud. I might have a few more one shots before I have to go back to work.

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