A/N: Another drabble mad-libs, but with the same words as the last one.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even a soggy snow emu.
The Furry Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Harry and Draco went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Harry hit Draco in his eye with a big iridescent iceball. It hurt a lot, but Harry kissed it daringly and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really greasy snow man!" Harry said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Draco said. "That would be more wet and politically correct."
"I know," Harry said. "We can make a snow emu. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up huskily and made a soggy snow emu. Harry put on a banana for the thigh. The emu was almost as big as Draco.
"It looks old," Harry said quickly. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Draco said and held up a glistening brush. "I found this on a hill." He put the brush onto the emu's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the emu, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a bat with a bucket.
Draco screamed quietly and ran but the snow emu chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow emu craved him wantonly.
"Nobody does that to my little Burly Ring," Harry screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow emu through the cheek. It fell down and Harry kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Draco said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The brush lay in the yard until a gigantic child picked it up and took it home.
