Drarry microfic: Wings
Draco has the timing down perfectly. Nibble one sugary wing as the last person in the queue gets served, the other when the sign is turned to “closed” and the till is emptied. Lick the ganache centre out of the Snitch’s truffle body (not too fast!) while the tables are wiped down. Stand, Vanish his unused serviette, take eleven steps to the shop’s kitchen.
“Right on time,” Harry whispers, leaning in to kiss the gold and chocolate from Draco’s lips.
“I know.”
Written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt, "wings."
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