DRACO AND THE CONFESSION
"Harry Potter is dead!" Voldemort cried in glee at the surviving students and staff of hogwarts who in turn looked as if they were told to eat a live rat.
Many fell on their knees and cried, some steeled themselves but inside they felt as if they have lost their will to live anymore and some yelled unable to believe this news.
When Ginny opened her mouth to scream and run to her beloved she was halted to a stop when a voice- a scream much louder than hers suddenly rang in her ears and to everyone in the field.
"POTTER I'M GAY FOR YOU! PLEASE BEND ME OVER AND FUCK ME RAW! PLEASE DADDY PLEASE, FUCK I NEED YOU! OH GOD PLEASE FILL ME UP! DADDY!" Draco screamed and moaned, yelling on his knees and crying the words with his fists clenched on his sides and head bowed down like a dog submitting to it's master.
Everyone stopped and gave a minute or two to comprehend what just happened even Voldemort was sporting a 'what the fuck' face right now. Almost everyone's brain just snapped unable to comprehend while some just fainted on spot (ehem Lucius)
"WHAT?!" Harry screamed sitting on an upright position but even then, no one noticed, still busy comprehending the blonde's words.
And at last Voldemort turned around and bashed his head along the wall and later, the rest followed, their faces still unmoved like a statue, eyes distant.
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Bob Fugo used to be a secretary in his old job until he got fired and now he works as a travel journalist .
He has to admit, being a traveler and a journalist was so cool and it even has it's own perks that he loves. The perk being able to travel in the world for free and getting paid to do that.
But the thing is, that, he'll never be able to be surprised ever again, with all the weird shit he has seen? he doubts he would even be surprised anymore.
And today just so happens to be one of those days where he would see a weird sight- again.
Standing in front of him were zombies, zombies? bashing their heads against the walls of the abandoned historical castle- from what he could comprehend. Even though debris was still present floating around so clear and rock bits often cascading down the castle to the ground as if a war just happened hours ago but that was impossible.
If there was a war happening here, wouldn't it be on the news? wouldn't the people be panicking now? and where are the army? helicopters? guns? it made no sense.
But what didn't make the bigger sense is the view in front of him. Maybe it's time to quit and get a new job.
