It was making harry crazy. after all, it was right there, his for the taking. he looked at his chemistry partner, who was still deep in slumber. his blonde hair was rumpled, his pink mouth slightly opened, and his breaths came in long, deep counts. harry’s mouth watered a little as he thought of the payoff. it would be so sweet and glorious! how could he resist? besides, what harm would it do? he could just reach over a tiny little bit, edge even nearer and then maybe – “don’t even think about it, harry. that last chocolate bar is mine! ” how did harry’s chemistry partner feel about his plan to grab the last chocolate bar? why do you think that?