February 5, 2005
| We all know Remus is a chocoholic, right?
| Main Entry: piv-ot-al
1 : of, relating to, or constituting a pivot
2 : vitally important : CRUCIAL
Harry looked up from his book when the door swung open. Remus stood in the doorway, or at least he thought it was Remus; somewhere behind those shopping bags.
"Do you need any help?"
"Oh hello, Harry! No, I've got it. Wingardium Leviosa!" Remus smiled when the bags landed on the counter with a soft bounce. "Didn't want to wake up the hag with my casting magic in the hallway."
"Ah." Harry glanced at the bags. "Did you empty the shop? I thought we only needed some bread and tea."
Remus crouched down next to Harry, drew him down into a kiss and then sprung up again. "No, not the whole shop. But, well..." Harry grinned when he looked uncomfortable. "They had a discount on some of the chocolate today."
This can't be good. "Of course. And how much chocolate did you buy?"
"..." Not good at all.
"I don't think I quite heard you."
"The bags are full of it."
"And the other stuff?"
Remus smiled slightly, but didn't look Harry into the eyes. "Well... there really wasn't any room anymore... but I can go again and buy some!"
"Do I really look that easy?" Harry took the sting out of his answer by smiling at Remus. "Oh, no. You're staying here and I am going. I don't want to have two more bags of chocolate in the house."
"But it was a really good discount!"
"Yes, yes. And if we want to we can eat chocolate for breakfast, lunch and dinner for the next three weeks." Harry glanced at Remus while he pulled on his jacket. "If you don't eat it all by tomorrow."
"I would never!" He actually has the nerve to look outraged at the suggestion. Tsk.
"Need I remind you about that time you ate nothing but chocolate for three straight days because you couldn't be bothered to make any food for yourself?"
"You... How do you know about that?"
Harry smirked. "I have my sources." He took his wallet from the kitchen table. "Is there anything else we need?"
"You could bring some more of that chocolate if they have."
Harry snickered. Predictable. "I don't think so." He closed the door behind him, but even so he could still hear the shout.
"Chocolate is pivotal to the happiness of aging werewolves, you know! I'm only doing you a favour, you insatiable little bastard!"
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