Sweet Like Chocolate
Pansy flipped idly through this weeks edition of ‘Witch Weekly’ and sighed gustily. Draco was taking far too long inside Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. He said he was only going to be a moment, he was merely dropping something off to whichever of the matching Weasley’s was his, but that was fifteen minutes ago.
She sighed again, when there was nothing in the magazine that she didn’t already know and set it down on the hawkers stall. Flipping her hair back from her face, she set off the glaringly bright shop ignoring the hawkers cries for payment.
Steeling herself for the noise and cacophony that was sure to be inside she made her way in and immediately started to look for Draco’s tell-tale hair. Spotting it in a far corner, she strode purposefully in that direction. People moved out of her oncoming wake rather than be walked over and she made it to her destination quickly only to draw up short.
Because it wasn’t Draco she had found.
Draco wouldn’t be caught dead in a dress, let alone one adorned with yellow daisies and lace ruffles, and which was accompanied by eye-wateringly purple stockings and―Pansy blinked to make sure―bright pink shoes of a muggle variety Pansy knew to be called ‘crocs’.
She also knew that Draco would never do something as menial as handing out free samples. No matter how persuasive his boyfriend may be in bed.
Suddenly, Lovegood was standing right in front of Pansy with a platter of chocolates.
“Would you like to try one? They aren’t pranked, Fred and George came up with the idea to make them taste like anything! Here, this one’s hot chocolate.”
Pansy opened her mouth to decline, but before she could utter a word, Lovegood had placed a chocolate inside her mouth and closed her jaw with a single finger. She looked at Pansy with wide expectant eyes and shocked into compliance, Pansy slowly sucked on the delicacy and was pleasantly surprised when it melted in her mouth and flooded it with a warm taste of elegant, luxurious hot chocolate.
“Good, right?” Lovegood asked, and Pansy could only nod because she was quickly off on a long tangent about all the kinds they had made and how they did it and did she want to try another?
Pansy found herself captivated by the way Lovegood spoke and the beautiful cadence of her words and she nodded.
“Open up.” Lovegood said, pressing another chocolate to Pansy’s lips.
Complying more easily than she ever had before in her life, Pansy opened her mouth again only to taste chocolate ice-cream, cool and silky as it coated her tongue and flowed down her throat.
Thoroughly entranced, Pansy accepted one after another.
Decadent chocolate mud-cake with fresh cream.
Crunchy chocolate chip cookies.
Delicious chocolate covered strawberries.
Light and fluffy chocolate chip pancakes,
Thick and creamy chocolate mousse.
Each morsel was offered from the tips of Lovegood’s fingers and they would brush ever so gently across Pansy’s lips. It seemed like time slowed to swirl around them, encasing them in their own bubble-like world which had narrowed to those chocolates, Lovegood’s musical voice and her dreamy blue eyes.
“Luna?” A voice called, breaking them from their reverie.
Pansy blinked furiously and pulled back from where she had been leaning toward Lovegood, their faces scant inches apart.
They tore their gazes away from each other to see Draco and his Weasley standing close by wearing almost identical smirks.
“Luna, as much as I love the fact you’ve given away almost all the samples, I was hoping you would distribute them more evenly and not just hand feed them to the woman you’ve been crushing on for the past year.”
Pansy cocked an eyebrow and glanced over to see Lovegood blushing prettily.
“Tell me, Lovegood. Are you being paid for your time or are you simply helping a friend?”
“Oh, I’m just helping for the afternoon, I had a feeling I needed to be here today―”
“Excellent. Come have dinner with me?”
“Dinner’s not for hours yet.” The Weasley said, cocking his head to the side.
Pansy nodded. “Precisely, it will give us plenty of time to get to know one another.”
Lovegood smiled, and it was beautiful. It lit up her entire face and Pansy wondered how blind she had been before not to see it.
“That would be lovely, Pansy.”
Pansy smiled softly. “Luna,” she said quietly as she twined their fingers together. She plucked a box of the samples from the table and they began to walk out of the shop, into the sunlight. Suddenly, Pansy knew just the place for a private picnic.