The Age-Old Dilemma
(by [info]spaggel and me)


"I brought you a flower," said Harry, scuffing his toe in the dirt.

"I brought you a cherry-flavored condom," said Draco at the same time.

"Oh," said Harry, looking down at the ground and blushing.

The grin on Draco's face faded slightly.

"You don't have to taste it now," he said.

Draco was magnanimous that way.

The End.



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