It perfectly masked the smell of blood, and sometimes piss, that were the consequences of Pansy’s breakups. He loved the ritual of slipping on a thick, plastic disposable apron, surgical face mask, shoe covers, and rubber elbow-length gloves before gathering all the materials needed from their storage closet to make Pansy’s ex-boyfriends disappear.
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Harry placed a hand on Draco’s knee and squeezed. “I’ll let you ogleme…if you kiss me,” Harry said with the lopsided smile that Draco adored.
Draco curled his fingers over Harry’s hand on his knee and looked up at him. “You drive a hard bargain, Mr Potter, but I think I can meet those terms.” Draco nearly spilled himself into Harry’s lap and tilted his chin up, a teasing smile on his lips as his breath came out in short puffs against Harry’s lips. His smile widened when he felt Harry tighten his fingers around Draco’s hand. He pressed soft, gentle kisses to the corner of Harry’s mouth. “Is this what you want?” Draco breathed.
“More,” Harry growled.
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Draco waved at the food. “Bon appétit.”
Silver and porcelain clinked together as dish plates were passed around and glasses of wine and water were refilled. As they ate and drank, the atmosphere in the room became loose and merry.
Until it wasn’t again.
Laughing, Derrick choked on his sip of wine at a joke Pansy told about their employer. “Our district manager is a beast, I swear,” he said. “Such a ghastly woman.”
Pansy rolled her eyes. “Of course she is. She’s from Shoreditch.”
Hermione cleared her throat. “What, exactly, does that have to do with anything?”
Pansy wrinkled her nose. “It’s a shit area? A shit area for a shit person.”
“Because it’s a poor area that’s being heavily gentrified?” Hermione asked in a tight voice.
Pansy picked up her glass of wine in a leisurely manner and fixed Hermione with a bored look. “What the hell does gentrified mean?”
Hermione opened and closed her mouth several times as she squinted at Pansy. Draco found Derrick staring at him, his mouth in a small “o”-shape. Draco bared his clenched teeth and raised both brows in secondhand embarrassment.
@thusspoketrish was kind enough to commission (three pieces!!!!! of) art from me for heramazing Cluefest fic, My Best Friend, the Serial Killer ! I had so much fun drawing these, I hope it shows! ❤️
Pay heed to the tags, but if you can handle it, it’s such a fun read. & I promise it’s Drarry with a happy ending haha
Thank you again, Trish!! You’re an amazing writer and I’m so happy you like how they came out!!
