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07. [SPOILERS for Daughter of the Lilies]

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08. [WARNING for possible discussion of sexual abuse/etc]

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This was in fanfic rather than in a published story, but I LOVED the description of Lupin eating chocolate he'd gotten as a present from Sirius in "The Shoebox Project". It was just so fantastically sensual.

Same Anon;

I found the copy of the scene I saved to a file because I loved it so much. I did cut out a few bits that didn't revolve around the chocolate eating, but otherwise, it's intact;

Side to side, back to front, the box is packed with every imaginable variety of chocolate. Dark, sweet, dangerously rich ones that leave your tongue feeling drenched and coated with velvet, and the light, creamy buttery milk-chocolate ones bursting with almonds or cashews, and the honeyed smell of caramel from a gold-swirled stack in the left corner; frothy, delicate mallow-filled bars on which the thin shell hasn't even been cracked, and fresh, dark minty chocolates striped cleanly with green, and dark, luscious things that Remus cannot begin to identify; and none of the horrifying space-fillers that mar even the most sublime assortments -- no tongue-coating strawberry horrors or the vile misnomer that is white chocolate. Remus wants to cry.

"Do you like it," Sirius presses, "do you do you do you huh?" Remus' face pinches inward to the center, a deep concentration that Sirius must recognize all too well as The Way Moony Gets When Moony Finds Himself At A Loss. Sirius lets out a low sound of triumph, pumping the air with his fist. "Where is it?" Sirius asks, grinning like a madman. "Where is it, eh? It's been ten seconds, Moony -- where's it gone to, the thank you kindly and the it's so good of you, you shouldn't have and the please sir, may I have some more?"

"Don't ruin it," Remus mumbles. "Just be quiet." He runs his fingers helplessly over the edge of the box, and breathes in deep the jumbled scents. There's something fruity, and something like layers upon layers of cocoa, something cold and crisp like mint but just the right balance, and something like cream, and something like coffee, and something that has the soft inner curl of caramel. There's pistachio, and almond, and a variety of nutty delight that comes one from every corner and then the simple delicacy of chocolate so pure his heart constricts and his stomach lurches in pleasure. Where does it come from, he pauses to wonder, this love of chocolate, this veritable obsession? Everyone has a favorite food, he supposes, something that tickles an untraceable fingerprint of personality somewhere deep inside their bellies. Chocolate is a comfort. Chocolate is the essence of luxury; silks and satins for the tongue. But why chocolate? he asks himself. The way you are about it -- it's lunatic, you know.

"It's lunatic, you know," Sirius says. Remus startles.

"Go on," Sirius says, with a new tone now. Remus looks over to find his head is bowed -- he isn't looking, not quite, but the curiosity in his posture is as real and as tangible as they are, as if it is another person, sitting between them on the couch. "You can have it. For breakfast. I know it goes against all you hold dear but it's bloody Christmas and you're practically drooling…Go on. Pick one."

It feels like a psychological test of some kind; like caramel will reveal to Sirius that Remus is a closet hairdresser, or the thick, lumpy, alluring drizzle that may contain raisins will be an indicator of a deep-seated Oedipal complex. It's too unnerving. There are too many. "What do you think?" he appeals.

Sirius winks at him. "You know me. One of the dark ones."

Remus takes one, gingerly, like he's holding a precious artifact. It's cool and smooth and has the slight slick-powder sheen of really incredible chocolate under his thumbs. It's also heavy. He almost groans aloud.

"Right," Sirius says, wheeling back. "Go on."

"You're watching me," Remus protests.

"I know," Sirius replies. "It's lunatic, you know."

Remus sighs, straightens, pauses for a moment of mediation to clear his mind, licks his lips nervously, and bites in. Deep. Hard. Cool. This isn't the sort of chocolate you sit on for a train ride to soften and get all over your fingertips. It's the sort of chocolate you dedicate yourself to -- it's the sort of chocolate you dream about. It shaves off around his teeth and he gets half of it into his mouth, poised on his tongue, resting just against his upper gums. Just chocolate. One of the dark ones. It tastes like the renaissance. He sucks it, drawing it meltingly against his tongue and back into his throat.

"Aghk," Sirius says. Remus doesn't notice.

This isn't the sort of chocolate that allows interruptions of any kind. This is the sort of chocolate that demands your full attention. It requires complete and absolute concentration. It melts all the way down the back of his throat and into a soft spot, thick and warm in the middle of his belly.

Remus presses his thumb against the corner of his mouth and sighs a chocolate breath outward. He can feel it in his pores, huffed out through his nose, a religious experience, an epiphany. "God," he whispers.

"Lunatic," Sirius mumbles.

"Silky," Remus says, idiotically. "It's silky." He runs his tongue along the backs of his teeth, richness on richness.

"You've been nogged," Sirius says knowledgeably. "Chocolate-nogged. I can see it in your eyes. All right, Moony, stop…licking yourself. It's distracting. Did I do all right?"

"All right?" Remus stares at him incredulously, smearing his thumb across his cheek to get the last streak he can feel there. "It's...Sirius, you know. It's just...I mean...it's always -- you know."

"All right, I do," Sirius rumbles peacefully, flopping backward. "I know because I ate about fifty of them when I bought them. For your own safety, don't. I know it's tempting, but just -- don't."

Gross. Couldn't get through the first paragraph. Glad you like it though.

oh god, that sounds so good

That is excellent chocolate porn.

I never thought about it but what if chocolate was toxic to werewolves like it is to dogs?

He always seems to carry some in PoA, though that might be because he knew there would be Dementors at Hogwarts that year.

I thought this was, like, one of the best fics for this ship in the fandom. I've never read it but just from this excerpt... the characters seem off.

That, and the food in Harry Potter sounds so good in general. I'd have gained so much weight if I went to Hogwarts, and I was always convinced that wizards have the most delectable candy.

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