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Harry gasped at the Treacle Tart on the table before him.
The stickiest, gooiest, most scrumptious thing that he thought he had ever had ever seen, Harry Accio’ed a fork and dug in...
It was delicious! It tasted like ambrosia! Like Amortentia!
Harry wept happy tears as he ate, for he had tasted Heaven….
“Harry!” whispered Draco, pulling him from his fantasy. “Merlin, but that must have been a sweet dream!” His boyfriend’s tone was low, flirty and sensual. “You were moaning so loudly, love. Mmm. You sounded really sexy.” Draco snuggled in closer. “Care to give me a demonstration?”