This is something that I got from a certain plot generator. I did NOT write this by myself but I did edit the dialogues and the descriptions and the arrangement.
Hope you find this as amusing as I did! ;)
Sincerely,
Strange Slytherin
Harry Potter had always hated deserted London with its red, relieved rivers. It was a place where he felt concerned.
He was an arrogant, smart, butterbeer drinker with charming eyes and dark messy hair. His friends saw him as a greasy, grisly Gryffindor. Once, he had even saved a diced owl that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of man he was.
Harry walked over to the window and reflected on his mysterious surroundings. The snow flurried like kissing ferrets.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Draco Malfoy. Draco was a bold Slytherin with silver eyes and blonde hair.
Harry gulped. He was not prepared for Draco.
As Harry stepped outside and Draco came closer, he could see the leaking glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want love," Draco bellowed, in a rude tone. He slammed his fist against Harry's chest, with the force of 1068 snakes. "I frigging love you, Harry Potter."
Harry looked back, even more afraid and still fingering the peculiar teapot. "Draco, I love you," he replied.
They looked at each other with lonely feelings, like two leaking, lively lions shagging at a very cunning engagement party, which had piano music playing in the background and two adorable uncles reading to the beat.
Harry regarded Draco's pointy eyes and tall legs. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.
"Hmph," pondered Draco.
"Please?" begged Harry with puppy dog eyes.
Draco looked calm, his body blushing like a bewildered, bumpy blade.
Then Draco came inside for a nice drink of butterbeer.
THE END