Author: Schuyler Dunsmore
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: Nothing in the Potterverse is mine, but I did make up this plot without a plot. I don't own the characters or settings and I don't make money off of this.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: NC-17 smutfic featuring Slash. Proceed with caution. If you are easily offended please turn back now.

Summary: A mysterious box of Bertie Botts Beans leads Harry and Draco to explore the taste sensations.
Category(s): Romance, humour.

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"Hey, Harry!" called Fred Weasley as he raced to catch up with the Gryffindor Seeker. "Wait up!"

Harry Potter stopped short in the hallway and Fred nearly crashed into his back. George Weasley wasn't far behind his twin and skidded to a stop to avoid a collision. Both of the red haired boys held medium-sized cardboard boxes in their arms.

"We've got something to show you," said George with an evil grin.

"What is it?" asked Harry, suspicious now since Fred and George were well versed on pranks and jokes.

Fred and George led Harry over to a dark corner and set down the boxes. Harry watched as Fred reached in and took out a small packet of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans and held it out to him.

"I already have these," Harry began, but Fred shook his head and laughed.

"No, you haven't!"

"Trust us, Harry," said George conspiratorially, "these are unlike any other beans you've ever tasted."

Harry inspected the packet, and didn't see anything spectacular or even mildly different about it. It looked the same as any other box of Bertie Botts Beans. He shrugged. "What's so special about them?"

"Just take them, and don't try one till you go to bed tonight," ordered Fred as he picked up his box and prepared to leave.

"You'll be amazed, Harry. And we didn't even invent these!" added George.

"Then where did you get them?" Harry asked, thoroughly puzzled. He thought the twins probably found a box someone had dropped and assumed it was special. They were always roaming through secret passages and corridors, so finding something ordinary in an extraordinary place wasn't out of the question. Maybe they were really old, rotting beans and the joke was to have Harry eat one that tasted even worse than bogies or vomit.

"We can't tell you that yet," said Fred. "So be careful and don't use them all up too soon." At that, Fred and George started laughing hysterically and moved off down the hallway and out of sight. Harry could still hear the echoes of their guffaws for a few seconds after until their voices faded into the walls of Hogwarts.

What had Fred meant by "use them up"? They were just beans. Harry, Ron and Hermione had eaten many boxes of Bertie Botts beans since they'd come to Hogwarts in their first year. Harry looked at the box in his hand, then shoved it into his pocket and headed off to meet up with Ron.

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"My brothers gave you those?" asked Ron, shoving a forkful of turkey into his mouth. The boys sat across from one another at the dinner table in the Great Hall and eyed the box Harry had placed between them.

"Yes, and they told me they were special somehow. I'm not to try one till tonight," Harry explained.

Ron rolled his eyes. "My brothers are pulling your leg, Harry. I don't think there's anything special about a regular box of Bertie's Beans. Of course, I don't trust my brothers, so maybe they're charmed to make you blow up like a balloon or float away or something."

"I don't think they'd do that to me," laughed Harry.

"Don't be so sure," cautioned Ron with a knowing look. "You'd better try them out on somebody else first."

Harry eyed his best friend.

"Oh no, I'm not doing it! No way!"

"Well who, then?"

"What's going on?" Hermione Granger asked as she sat down at the table for her meal. "I've been working on a project, sorry to get here so late. You were saying?" She unfolded her napkin, placed it in her lap and waited expectantly.

Ron shot Harry a look that said, "Don't you dare," but Harry pushed the beans toward Hermione and said, "Here, try one of these."

"No, thanks. I've had enough sweets for tonight," she said, pushing them away and serving herself a heap of turkey and potatoes from the steaming platter in front of her.

"But Fred and George say these are special --" Harry began.

"Then I'm absolutely sure I don't want one," Hermione retorted. "What are you two up to, anyway?" She eyed Ron and Harry suspiciously.

"Nothing. Let's go, Harry," said Ron, standing up and grabbing his cloak.

Harry grabbed the box of beans and he and Ron left Hermione to finish her dinner. They walked out into the hall and toward Gryffindor Tower, passing Draco Malfoy in the corridor. Draco was usually accompanied by his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, but on this night he was alone. Harry tried to hurry past to prevent a scene, but Draco would not have it.

"Potty and Weasel!" the boy said as he stepped from the shadows. "Where are you off to in such a rush? A romantic tryst in the tower while everyone's at dinner?"

"What are you doing in the hallway, Malfoy?" asked Ron, stepping up to Draco. "Meeting one of your lovers? Is it Crabbe or Goyle this time?"

"Or both?" Harry could not help adding. He could not deny the sexual tension in the air whenever Draco was around. As much as he hated himself for it, he found the blond boy attractive. He recalled a Muggle saying about hate being a very close emotion to love. He'd planted the seed with his comment -- had he said it because he wanted to embarrass Malfoy or to see just how he'd react to the idea?

Malfoy put on a violent sneer and looked down his nose at Ron. "I happen to be on my way to meet Professor Snape for a potions lesson,"

Harry and Ron burst out laughing.

"Yeah, right, a potions lesson!" Ron said between gulps for breath.

Malfoy's face turned red and Harry couldn't tell if he was angry or blushing.

"You're insufferable, Weasley. You and your boyfriend here," he said, grabbing his wand and flicking it in Harry's direction. Immediately, Ron grabbed his own wand and pointed it at Malfoy.

"Don't you even try it, Malfoy," he said, his voice taking on a new tone that Harry hadn't heard before. He sounded serious and protective; ready to defend Harry in any way he needed to. Harry was taken aback by this turn of events, but grabbed Ron's arm and pulled him away.

"Come on, Ron, don't worry yourself over him," he said gently.

"Listen to your boyfriend, Weasel," said Malfoy. "Too bad he can't stick up for himself. Do you wipe his ass for him too, Weasel?"

"That's it!" cried Ron, lunging at Malfoy. The smaller Slytherin moved quickly out of the way and raced off down the corridor and out of sight. "Just like a Slytherin!" cried Ron after him. "Your house color should be yellow!"

Harry pulled Ron along with him down the hall in the opposite direction. He was impressed that his friend had jumped into protect him, but worried that maybe Draco was right. Maybe Ron did butt in too much. Maybe he did spend too much time with him.

The boys walked together silently until they reached the Tower. Once inside, they occupied a small corner table in the Common Room. The other Gryffindors were starting to return from dinner, and Neville lay sprawled on one of the couches, fast asleep and snoring loudly. A cozy fire crackled in the fireplace, and Harry found himself staring off into its dancing orange flames. He imagined himself on the rug before the hearth, with Draco in his arms. His fantasy grew more elaborate as he envisioned a scenario for getting Draco into this compromising position.

Harry imagined that the sexy Slytherin had always wanted him, and that's why they'd fought so much. Draco couldn't deny it any longer and he'd break down and admit his love and fall into Harry's arms. Harry would dry his tears and kiss him tenderly, and for the first time, Draco would know love. It would be what both of them had longed for since they'd first met. Harry would bring the Slytherin up to the Tower when everyone was conveniently out, take him by the hand and lead him to the hearth, where he would slowly slip the blond boy's cloak from his shoulders, and lean in close to his neck, drinking in his scent. Harry imagined how hot and soft Draco's skin would feel against his lips...

"Harry!" Ron waved his hand in front of Harry's face. "Wake up!"

The Boy Who Lived started from his daydream and focused on his best friend. "What is it?"

"You were off somewhere," said Ron impatiently. "I wanted to see those beans again."

Harry produced the box and handed it to Ron who inspected it carefully.

"We should get Draco to try one of these, but I don't know how. That way if they're awful, it will be great to see his face!"

"But what if they're good beans?" Harry offered.

"My brothers? Give you beans actually worth something?"

"They gave me the Marauder's Map. That's a good thing," reasoned Harry, his courage rising.

"Yes, but that was no joke. These are beans, Harry."

Harry didn't understand just why Ron was so suspicious, but if determining what the beans were all about meant getting close to Draco again, he was willing to risk it. "All right," he said. "How do we get Draco to try them?"

The boys sat up for the better part of an hour trying to find a foolproof way to get the beans in Draco's mouth before Ron became so impatient that he jumped up and said, "Come on, let's go find Draco and get this over with."

"Wait!" said Harry, "let's check the map."

They consulted the Marauders Map and found Draco in the dungeons, obviously having his potions lesson with Snape. Harry grabbed his invisibility cloak and covered Ron and himself with it. They made their way down to the dungeons and arrived at the door just as Snape was leaving. Harry and Ron moved to stay out of Snape's way; the Professor's imposing body took up most of the hallway as he stalked out of the classroom. Harrry peeked in the door and whispered to Ron, "Draco's still inside at his desk."

"Good!" replied Ron. "Let's go in!"

Once they were inside, Harry pulled the cloak off and Ron shut the door.

Draco turned suddenly and spilled a vial of greenish liquid all over his desk. "Damn you, Potter! Can't you see I'm working on a very important potion here?" He scrambled to grab his wand and magically clean the mess, but his hands were visibly shaking and he could not seem to get himself together. "What do you want?"

Harry looked to Ron, who was keeping watch at the door. The red haired boy hissed, "Hurry up, Harry, before Snape comes back!"

"What's this about?" Draco asked, stepping away from his work and into the aisle.

"Well, Dra-- I mean Malfoy," Harry began, (why were his palms so sweaty all of a sudden?) "I've got these beans -- Bertie Botts Beans, and I wanted you to try them. They're new, and I, thought you might like them..." Harry knew he sounded like a right idiot. There was no way Draco would ever try some beans offered suspiciously in the middle of a potions exam with Ron playing lookout at the door. Harry moved down the steps toward Draco and held out the box. Each step he took, his heart beat faster. When he was within two feet of Draco, he though the might pass out cold. Draco didn't seem to be faring any better. Harry looked down at his hands and they were still trembling slightly, though the sneer on Draco's face tried to cover his obvious nervousness.

"You expect me to believe that?" Draco said, his voice quavering.

"Actually," Harry said, leaning in closer to Malfoy to keep Ron from overhearing. "Someone gave them to me and told me they were special and I'm --"

"Not brave enough to try them out, eh?" finished Malfoy, flashing his trademarked evil grin. "Tell you what, Potter," said Draco, his smile faltering, "I'll try one only if you do, at the same time. We'll pick one each at random, and if you try to trick me, I swear I'll turn you into a toad when you're not looking."

"And I'll turn you into a ferret!" countered Harry with a knowing smile. At the mention of the word "ferret", Draco's eyes flashed and his face grew flushed again.

The boys agreed and Harry opened the box. They each took one bean (Harry's was blue and white while Draco's was green and red) and on the count of three, popped them into their mouths. They looked into each other's eyes. As he chewed, Draco's features grew pinched and he looked like he was going to spit the bean out. Harry held his own bean in his mouth, not yet tasting its true flavor. The outer coating was sweet, sugary, but he hadn't delved into the core yet. He watched Draco's face in fascination. The Slytherin continued to suck on the bean, and Harry watched as his jaw moved up and down, and his tongue sneaked out to run over his lips. At the sight of Draco's moist tongue, Harry thought he'd cum in his pants, but held out. He only just realized he had a hard-on from watching the blond boy slowly eat a Bertie Botts bean.

"Holy fuck, Potter," said Draco in a voice Harry had never heard him use. It sounded strained somehow, like he was experiencing the beginnings of an orgasm.

Harry bit into his own bean and felt the warm saltiness slide around his tongue. It was a familiar and yet unfamiliar taste, yet he could not place it. He watched Draco watching him and suddenly felt very self-conscious. What was the taste? What was it?

Draco licked his lips again and smirked. "You know what this is, don't you, Potter?"

"What is it, Harry? What's it taste like?" cried Ron from the doorway. "Do you feel funny? Are your lips tingling or anything?"

Harry's lips weren't tingling, but his cock sure was. This moment was the most erotic he'd ever experienced. Draco standing in front of him, saucily sucking on a candy bean while Harry pitched a tent.

"No," Harry said finally, answering both boys' questions.

Draco stepped closer to Harry and whispered under his breath, "I'll tell you what is it, Potter, if you want to know. But you've got to meet me in private. Trust me, these really are special beans you've found."

"Where?" Harry heard himself say. "When?"

"Later tonight, after everyone's gone to sleep. Come down to the Slytherin common room. I'll let you in and make sure we're alone. Bring the beans."

With that, Malfoy grabbed his things and made haste out of the room. Ron rushed down to where Harry stood.

"What did he say? What was the bean like? Can I have one?"

Harry looked at his friend carefully, unsure if he should confide in him. He had a new secret, and Draco was arranging for them to meet alone. He didn't want to chance screwing this up. He looked at Ron blankly and said, "It didn't taste like anything at all. I'm just going to get rid of them. I think Fred and George were just pulling a joke on me."

"Right. Let me try one, come on, Harry."

"Really, Ron, they're nothing," Harry said, shoving the box into his pocket for safekeeping. He was thankful for his cloak -- it at least concealed the bulge in his pants. "Let's go back upstairs. This was stupid anyway, we shouldn't have bothered coming here."

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As Harry lay in bed in his striped pajamas he thought about what Draco had said. Butterflies flitted around his stomach as he pretended to sleep. He had to wait until every Gryffindor was in a deep sleep before daring to try and slip out of the tower to meet Draco. Through the mist of his excited anticipation, a troubling thought occurred to him. What if Draco'd been lying? What if he was just luring Harry to the Slytherin Common Room to expose him and ridicule him, and possibly get him expelled?

He slid his tongue against the roof of his mouth; the strange taste still lingered. It had a slight bitterness to it, and when he'd first felt the flavor hit his tongue it actually felt...warm. The box of Bertie Botts Beans were still snug in his trouser pocket, and Harry slowly crept out of bed and retrieved them. He took one out and held it up in the moonlight. It looked ordinary. He held it under his nose and sniffed. He couldn't smell a thing. Finally he brought the bean to his mouth and licked the outer coating gently. Sweet. He flicked the tip of his tongue around the bean until the colored shell disappeared, leaving a spot of white. He licked at this spot but tasted nothing.

Carefully, Harry tested the bean with his teeth, biting it only partly. There! A blast of warm, salty flavor caressed his tongue. Whatever it was, it made him aroused. His cock became engorged as he nipped at the bean, until he finally put it in his mouth and chewed it fiercely. As he swallowed the last bit of candy he almost moaned. Catching himself, Harry held his breath for a moment and peeked out at his roommates. All were sleeping peacefully. It was time for him to meet Draco. He put the beans in his breast pocket and pulled the invisibility cloak over his head.

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Draco was waiting outside the Slytherin Common Room when Harry arrived. Harry stopped just a few feet away from the blond, noticing how his hair was not slicked back perfectly as usual. A few strands fell into Draco's eyes and he pushed them away only to have them fall back again. He appeared tense: his jaw was set and lips pursed tightly. Harry studied Draco from the top of his head down to his feet, letting his gaze roam over the boy's body. He wore a cloak but Harry saw pajama bottoms and slippers where the cloak ended around his lower calves. He wondered vaguely if Malfoy slept with a shirt on or not.

"Hurry up, Potter," Draco mumbled.

This was Harry's cue. He pulled the invisibility cloak off and approached his foe.

"I'm here," he whispered.

"It's about time!" Draco hissed and grabbed Harry's arm. "Come in before we get caught."

Harry was pulled into the Slytherin Common Room, which, to Draco's credit, was completely empty. A fire crackled in the fireplace and Harry noticed that the Slytherins had a bearskin rug spread out before their hearth.

"Is that real?" he asked.

"I don't know - Snape had it put there," Draco answered. "You bring the beans?"

"Yes, here they are," said Harry, procuring the box from his pocket and handing it to Draco.

Draco smiled and looked at the box, then at Harry. "You still don't know what these are, do you?" he asked.

"No," Harry admitted. "They don't taste like anything I've ever had before."

At this, Malfoy snorted and shook his head. "I should've guessed," he mumbled.

"What are they?" Harry could not contain his curiosity any longer and stepped closer to Malfoy. "Have you had them before?"

"I haven't had them before, but I know what the taste is, let's put it that way."

"Draco, you're driving me mad. Tell me!"

"I have a better idea," the lithe teen said with a gleam in his eye.

Harry looked at Draco questioningly, his brow furrowed in thought. What was he talking about? While Harry was contemplating Draco's motives, his host circled around him and touched his shoulder. Harry stood stone still as he felt a spark run down his shoulder and straight into his loins. Draco was standing close behind him now, so close Harry could feel his breath in the back of his neck. He bit his lower lip, hard. "What are you doing?" he asked quietly.

No answer came. Draco was silent and the lack of conversation made Harry squirm. He felt Draco's fingertips touching the back of his neck, sliding against his skin, gently, lovingly. His heart began to pump faster and he wondered if Draco could hear it. As Draco's fingers inched their way up his neck, Harry closed his eyes. Draco's touch was intoxicating - it was as if Harry had been waiting years for this moment, never understanding that this was what he'd been longing for. It felt right.

"Like that?" whispered Draco, so close to Harry's ear. Then Harry felt Draco's soft warm tongue touch his earlobe and he was a goner. His cock was at attention in his pajamas and he put his hands down to try and cover his arousal. He'd never felt anything so exquisite in his life - Draco's tongue moved around his ear and Harry jumped as he felt Draco's teeth come down gently on his earlobe.

"Mmmm," moaned Harry unconsciously.

Draco pulled away and Harry nearly cried out in complaint. The blond Slytherin had grabbed his wand and was swishing and flicking toward the doors. A locking spell. And then, a silencing spell. What did Draco have in mind for tonight?

"Come here," said Draco, motioning Harry to the sofa in front of the fire. "Sit down."

Harry obeyed, taking his place on the red plush sofa and noticing how much more comfortable it was than the Gryffindor sofas. Draco joined him, holding the box of beans. Harry watched as he tapped the box and emptied it into his palm. The beans were assorted colors, and Draco began separating them into groups - red and greens, yellow and orange, and so on. He tasted one bean from each group, slowly working them around in his mouth and waiting a minute between each tasting. Finally he made his decision.

"These," he showed Harry the red and blue ones, "are the best. Tried these yet?"

Harry shook his head. "I only ate that one with you and one more. They tasted the same to me. I think they were the same colors --I couldn't see very well."

Draco took two of the red and blue beans between his thumb and forefinger and lifted them to Harry's lips. "Open," he commanded. Harry let Draco slide the beans into his mouth and felt his fingertips linger on his lips. He hesitantly touched the rough fingertips with his tongue as Draco watched him steadily. He had the strangest look on his face - one of anticipation and arousal - one Harry had never seen Draco display. Harry was surprised Draco hadn't pushed him away or told him to fuck off. Instead, Draco pushed his fingers into Harry's mouth again, and Harry instinctively began to suck on them gently. Draco took a breath in and held it, his lower lip quivering almost imperceptibly.

Harry smiled, and Draco quickly withdrew his fingers.

"Try those beans," he said, popping four of the beans into his own mouth.

Harry moved the beans around his tongue, recognizing the familiar candy coating. He bit into them and gasped. It was like a wave of ecstasy on his tongue, mingling with his saliva, caressing his mouth.

Draco smiled wickedly at him, obviously enjoying Harry's experience. "Good, aren't they?"

"Yes," Harry breathed, savoring every drop of flavor.

"You know how candy is only a representation of the actual flavor? Cherry candy isn't a cherry, is it? And this candy isn't - let's just say the source of this flavor is much, much better. Would you like to try it?" Draco leaned back on the sofa, letting his cloak drape open.

Harry caught sight of Draco's' bare chest and nearly choked on his beans. He swallowed carefully. "Y-yes," he said. He still wasn't sure what Draco was on about, but at this point, didn't really care. He wanted to touch him, feel him, press up against him, taste him. Yes...taste him.

Draco reached up and took off his cloak, letting it fall behind him on the sofa. He moved closer to Harry and touched his face gently. He moved his hand around to the back of Harry's neck and Harry felt him pulling him closer, closer. Their lips met. Harry groaned against Draco's lips as the Slytherin kissed him. It was a tentative, careful kiss. Draco pulled back a bit and looked deeply into Harry's green eyes.

"Please," Harry whispered in a voice he did not recognize.

The corner of Draco's mouth turned up in a slight smile as he descended on Harry's mouth again, this time more insistently. Harry opened his mouth against the prodding of Draco's tongue and allowed him entrance. Harry had never been kissed like this before. Malfoy's tongue moved expertly into his mouth, touched his tongue, and flicked the tip of it before sliding under it then up and over his teeth, and finally across his bottom lip. Harry thought he might actually pass out before this was over, but he knew it was far from over. This was only the beginning. Draco was teasing him mercilessly, kissing him deeply then pulling away only to come back and hover ever so close to his lips again.

Draco's hands were on Harry's pajama top, unbuttoning it. He felt it fall away and Draco's palms caress his chest. Harry reached out and embraced the boy he'd hated for so many years, suddenly finding him to be the source of not only his greatest hate but also his greatest love. He let his hands wander all over Draco's muscled back, down to the elastic on his pajama bottoms and back up again. He broke their kiss and leaned down to take Draco's taut nipple in his mouth and heard the Slytherin groan appreciatively. Draco's hands were entwined in Harry's hair, pulling him down. Draco leaned back and guided Harry to lay on top of him. Harry felt Draco's raging hard on against his leg and pressed his own manhood against Draco's belly.

"You're full of surprises, Potter," he said as Harry suckled at his nipples.

Harry kissed his way down Draco's washboard stomach until he reached the dreaded elastic again. Looking up at Draco, Harry took hold of the boy's pants and carefully eased them down. Draco lifted his bum off the sofa to help Harry disentangle him from his coverings. Harry pulled the pants off and dropped them on the floor. He gazed down at Draco's body - so hard...so soft. He felt like a man who had been denied sustenance for years suddenly receiving his finest meal.

"Go on," urged Draco, pushing his cock up toward Harry in a slight humping motion. Harry could see a drop of precum glisten on the tip of Draco's ready cock, and he bent down to do what he'd only dreamt about in the dark recesses of his psyche. He looked into Draco's eyes as he took the boy's cock into his warm mouth. Draco groaned and pushed up into Harry's mouth, tilting his head back and sliding his fingers into Harry's hair. Encouraged, Harry took Draco deeper into his mouth, pressing his lips tightly around the shaft. He tasted the precum - salty. He ran his tongue over the head of Draco's cock, savoring the new taste and feel of it. So this was what it felt like to have a cock nestled in your mouth. Harry concentrated on every sensation - the way Draco's cock slid in and out of his mouth; the way his tongue pressed into the shaft as he took him deeper; the gentle sucking and Draco's accompanying moans.

"Yes, Harry," groaned Draco, his grip on Harry's hair becoming stronger. Harry started. Draco's never called him by his first name before. It sounded funny coming from his lips. "Don't stop."

Harry moved up and down on Draco's cock as Draco thrust into his mouth. He suddenly became aware that he wanted nothing more than to taste the Slytherin's cum. He wanted to feel Draco cumming hard in his mouth, his semen coating his tongue and sliding down his throat. He moved faster, pressed his lips tightly and began to play with Draco's balls with his left hand while reaching up to touch the boy's nipple with his right.

As if he could not stand all of the stimulation, Draco cried out. "Yes Harry, oh yes...like that...please don't stop...please..."

Harry was vaguely aware of Draco actually begging him not to stop. He need not have worried; Harry had no intention of stopping until Draco had emptied his load into his waiting mouth. He worked Draco into a frenzy, until the boy was panting and shivering beneath him.

"Now, now..." Draco was groaning, and then Harry felt him thrust hard into his mouth. A spurt of warm semen hit the roof of Harry's mouth, but he didn't pull away. Another pulse coated Harry's tongue with the salty liquid. All at once, Harry knew what flavor the Bertie Botts Beans were. They truly did offer every flavor!

Harry swallowed every drop of cum that Draco had shot into his mouth, and licked his lips. Then he took Malfoy's member in his mouth again and licked the remainder of cum off the tip.

"Hey! Careful, it's sensitive now," Draco said, jumping slightly.

"Sorry," said Harry, remembering how sensitive his own cock became after he jerked off.

"Lay down with me," Draco said, making room for Harry next to him. Harry lay his head on Draco's chest and listened to his heartbeat. The rapid pounding slowed to a steady rhythm after a few minutes as the boys lay in calm silence.

"You were right," Harry said quietly as Draco played with his hair.

"Of course I was," Draco said smugly, "-- about what?"

Harry smiled and closed his eyes. "You do taste better than candy."

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