Despoiling Harry

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When Harry Met Sevvie
by Amanuensis

Harry/Snape drabble written for Cybele.

Severus glared. "And we are in this muggle establishment that dares to call itself a restaurant because?"

Harry grinned across the table. "Because you've never had a chocolate malt. And you should. They're wonderful. Like an orgasm for your mouth."

Severus arched an eyebrow.

Harry leaned forward and, without using his hands, took a sip from the whipped-cream-topped glass of thick chocolate confection before him. Instantly he leaned back against the diner booth and began to perform a very credible imitation of a toe-curling climax.

Severus was aware of a grey-haired senior citizen in an adjacent booth murmuring, "I'll have what he's having."

That would be me, you vacuous twit,
Severus thought fondly.