The box from his mother was small, square, and smelled of peppermint. Draco opened it and smiled: six of Duchene's finest chocolate creams.
He took one and bit into it. The chocolate was dense and bitter, the centre sweet and rich. Beside him, Goyle's stomach rumbled. Draco took another bite, then finished it.
There was melted chocolate, still slick, on his fingers. He looked across the hall and found Harry watching him. As usual. Draco sucked each finger clean. Harry's ears went red.
Crabbe reached for a chocolate. Draco rapped Crabbe's knuckles with his wand. Then he put the box away.
And there were still five left.