#feat. Evil (read: traumatised and deeply misguided) Percy trying his hand at a police state

[blorger]

Draco couldn’t help it. He began to laugh. Potter frowned. “What’s so …?” “It’s just the absurdity of it all,” Draco managed to get out. He took a deep breath and tried to still the humour that was bubbling up through his chest before Potter wrote him off as hysterical. “We spend years at each other’s throats, and now it’s all ‘Oh, Potter, would you be able to give a little help to this rather serious problem?’ ‘Why certainly, Malfoy, let us discuss it over tea at my abode.’ Seriously, can you imagine us sitting here three or four years ago?” “Merlin, no,” Potter said, trying very hard not to smile. Draco liked him a bit for that. “But neither of us was at our best when we were sixteen.” “You were hideous,” Draco agreed.

He attended to the Little Owl first, it held out a leg that had its message tied on with a length of brocaded ribbon sporting crested M’s down its length. Have spoken with you-know-who regarding plans in motion. All satisfactory. Am proceeding as discussed. Will contact you later in the day regarding execution. Only Malfoy could have written a cryptic note that sounded more incriminating than the actual facts, Harry thought. 

from A Young Radical's Guide to Love by blamebrampton