This is part of a continuous story, you can read the first part here. Based off this prompt list by @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean
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Walking among muggles stopped feeling alien around Draco’s third visit to muggle London. It became outright dull by his tenth, and was only ever interesting when Harry came along. Not because the crowds shifted toward Harry Potter like in the wizarding world, but because spending time with Harry had simply turned enjoyable.
They started to make grocery runs with each other, brainstorming what they (Harry) would make for mealtimes.
Draco felt himself decay with the candied reveries of mundane domestic life turned into reality.
Harry side-eyed him as he added another bag of bonbons to their cart. So what if he had a sweet tooth?
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