‘Exactly. And then you could give him a message for me, for his father.’ coward *lol*

Draco remembered the woman in Paul’s Pets as she slipped on a squeaky hot dog and landed on a pile of Eukanuba. Draco had managed to hide his amusement, but Kasen had roared with laughter, pointing and then telling the sales girl that it was good enough to make You’ve Been Framed. Draco had picked up their bag of fish, grabbed Kasen’s hand, and fled.

‘If you must, but try not to laugh; it wasn’t funny.’ Draco and Kasen smirked at each other.

LOL

Actually, there was always something to do in the garden and at first glance, Draco could see a wilting rose and … my goodness, a bramble! Draco hurried over to it, stopping at the shed to collect his secateurs, gloves, spade and kneeler. While he unwrapped the monstrous weed from his precious Marie de Blois, Draco tried not to think about what a coward he was. i loved the image *g*

On the Wednesday, Draco was up extra early, partly because a thoughtless blackbird was making a Merlin-awful crowing noise directly outside his window, partly because he felt a little bit sick, partly because he still hadn’t decided what to wear, and partly because he wanted to make sure he had time to use the hair straighteners he would never admit to owning. Absolutelly howled with laughter here

i loved the rest but i can't quote the whole fic *g*

this was simply wonderful to read, thank you *hugs*