Memoirs of a Hogwarts Sixth Year

by Completely Sirius

It all started on the platform. That stupid, bloody platform. I mean, after five years of calling someone an arrogant toerag and telling him to stick his fat head up his stupid, fit arse, it's just not right to fantasize about licking chocolate off of his equally fit chest. But who said I was doing that?

11. The Chocolate Dream

Hey Guys! So, I just remembered about this piece of writing. I wrote this right after I wrote the second chapter, but just never really knew where I should put it. Well, I don't know about you, but I think that I've finally found a place for it! Enjoy, and don't forget to review!

Chapter 11: The Chocolate Dream

I had the strangest dream.

I walked into Honeydukes, and there in front of me stood James and Severus, right next to each other, unmoving. As I walked closer to them, I realized that they were not the real James and Severus, but life-size chocolate sculptures of them.

The real James stood to the right of his chocolate double, and the real Severus stood to the left of his. They told me to taste their chocolate selves to see which one tasted better. Being a chocolate lover, I obliged.

First I tasted the chocolate Severus. Holding his chocolate face in my hands, I put my lips to his and bit. He was delicious, rich dark chocolate, slightly rough and a pinch too bitter. I took a second bite before taking a step back, licking my lips.

Then I tasted the chocolate James in the same way I had tasted the chocolate Severus. He was exquisite, a smooth, creamy milk chocolate that melted in my mouth. I could taste hints of peppermint and vanilla, and unable to resist I took a second bite, than a third, than a fourth.

The real James lifted me up and twirled me around, rejoicing that I had chosen his chocolate as my favorite. He put me down and kissed me on the mouth for what seemed like forever. I turned back to the real Severus, who was distraught over my choice. "What is wrong with my chocolate?" he cried. "Why isn't it good enough?"

I walked to him and put my arm around his sobbing frame. "There's nothing wrong with your chocolate," I explained to him, "It's delicious. It's all me, Sev. I like your chocolate, and I like James' chocolate, but James' just suits me more. Can you understand that?"

But Severus just stood there, sobbing uncontrollably, saying that it was my fault that he had made the chocolate anyway.

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