Sorry for taking forever to upload this.
This one shot may be a little corny, but it's one of my favourites :) Hope you like it as much as I do!
1364 words.
Disclaimer: You're not daft, you know I don't own Harry Potter and co.
"Howard...," The lanky man with an ID labelled 'Thomas' called out to his co-worker. The man in question made no reply, for he had dozed off in his seat.
"HOWARD!" Thomas called out again, nudging his partner awake.
"What? What? What is it now, Thomas?" Howard grumbled as he arouse from his sleep, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles.
Thomas did not respond to Howard, and instead his eyes were glued intently on one of the security camera screens. Howard glared at the man, and turned to watch what his companion woke him up for.
On the screen they were watching from featured a couple: One was a middle-aged bushy-haired female clad in conservative clothing. The other was of similar age, but instead a pale-haired and grey-eyed man in a smart, black suit.
The man had walked toward the security camera, and his steely eyes have occupied most of the screen, glaring at the people on the other side, specifically at Howard and Thomas.
"What'd you reckon he's doing?" Howard asked, a little disturbed by the man's strange actions. Thomas shrugged and shushed at Howard, watching the strange couple in the screen with rapt attention.
The brunette was now pulling at the man's arm, urging him to stop what he was doing and carry on to wherever they were heading to. But the blond brushed her off, and tapped the screen twice.
"He's going to ruin the camera! Do you know how expensive that is?" Howard exclaimed, but the lady had stopped his strange antics. Howard and Thomas watched as the flustered female spoke in a rush to the man. He had raised his eyebrow and glanced at the camera curiously.
"They're up to no good, I swear," Howard concluded, but did no action to prevent any trouble the grey eyed man have yet to cause.
Thomas rolled his eyes. "Howard, he's completely harmless. I doubt he even knew that the security camera was a security camera! You can read their body language."
"Oh I can read the lady's body language alright," Howard ogled at the woman in the screen and Thomas nudged him at his ribs. "Ow! Chill! I'm just kidding," Howard muttered obscenities under his breath as they both turned to the screen again.
The man in the black suit was bending over to whisper something into the lady's ear. She laughed hard, and when she fell into giggles she nodded to something the two men have yet to know about.
The blond then nodded, an up-to-no-good smirk plastered on his face.
Something different had clearly happened after that smirk fell from the man's handsome face.
He had his hands drawn into fists and he bore (bared?) his teeth at the lady who took a step backwards from him in fright. Her humour has evaporated into the air as well.
"What on Earth –" Thomas started, standing up abruptly. He moved nearer to the screen for a better view.
"Move away from the screen, I can barely see anything with your big head in the way!" Howard complained, and Thomas shushed him. But he took a step backwards anyway.
"I can read lips," Thomas explained and Howard fell silent.
To Thomas and Howard's surprise, the man in the black suit walked off, leaving his girl behind, still in full view of the two men on the other side of the camera. The girl collapsed on the ground, her face contorted in pain - a phase where one begins to cry.
"I think we should do something," Howard interrupted again but at that moment the same guy sauntered into the screen wearing what seemed like a cape. The black cape has covered most of his body except for his head.
The man with the cape eyed the crying woman rather hungrily and took a graceful step towards her. He opened his mouth to say something.
"Read their lips!" Howard urged his partner who did what he was told to do.
"He is saying, 'Why are you crying, milady? A beautiful girl like you doesn't deserve to be in such pain...'" Thomas 'read' out unsurely, raising one eyebrow at his co-worker.
"Why are you looking at me like that? You were the one reading what he's saying! Boy, that man a whack job," Howard shook his head at the screen.
They stared at the screen, anticipating the bushy-haired female's reply. "She's saying, 'The man I love... He left me for another woman. I don't know if I can be ever happy again!'" The woman's shoulders heaved and shook as she sobbed harder.
"This is utterly ridiculous. He's the same man who left her but with a cape!" Howard exclaimed, pointing to the man in the screen who was now practically circling the girl on the ground.
"Maybe they're crazy people...," Thomas admitted, wincing.
"Oh, hurry! He's saying something!"
The blond had pulled the woman up from the ground, but did not stop circling or eyeing her.
"'Well he does not deserve a beautiful lady like you, Miss...'"
"'Granger,'" The lanky man read out, slowly, his brows furrowed. At the same time, the woman known as Miss Granger received a kiss on her hand. She smiled shyly as he pulled her nearer to him.
The man in the cape was standing behind Granger, his hands bunching up her bushy hair. He placed his lips on her bare neck, inhaling her scent deeply.
"If they're launching into a sex act, I'm calling a security guard over to their area," Howard joked, but neither of them laughed.
"You know, Howard, this looks a lot like those Dracula and vampire movies I've seen when –" Thomas stopped midsentence when indeed the blond man had sunk his teeth into Granger's pale neck. Blood oozed out of where he pierced his teeth into. She had screamed (possibly faked-screamed for no one had run to her aid) until she fell, exhausted and having her blood drained out.
Howard and Thomas slowly turned to face each other, both their faces pale.
"Did you just see what I –" Howard started, speaking slowly.
"That can't possibly..." his partner replied, dazed.
"This is bullshit," the plumper man ran his hands through his hair is disbelief, his breaths turning shallow.
"I t-think this is just a p-prank. A play they put up for us... R-right?" Thomas stuttered, the shock sinking into him.
Silence.
"Let's not call security," Thomas broke the silence which was too much for him all of a sudden. On any other day, he would love a few moments of quiet from his blunt co-worker. But just not today.
Howard nodded quickly in reply. "What would we tell them anyway...,"
Both men collapsed on their seats and daring to look back at the same screen they have been looking at for the past quarter hour, only to see that the place was empty once again.
Meanwhile at a corner of department store, Draco Malfoy held a fake-unconscious Hermione Granger in his arms and ran off, out of the view of that "camera", as so Hermione had explained to him. When Hermione knew they were safe from anybody's view, she burst out laughing.
"That was the most brilliant idea you've ever came up with, Draco Malfoy," she giggled, her head thrown backwards.
Draco smirked, took out his wand and cast a scourgify spell on Hermione's neck, ridding all the red goo from her skin.
"Thank the Weasley's for giving me the free prank supplies today," Draco took out the shrunk up objects from his pocket and held them out to Hermione.
"Oh Draco. You don't have to use them to scare muggles out of their wits," she chided lightly, a hint of a smile still on her cherry lips.
Draco half smiled and shrugged. "I'm not that good of an actor; it probably didn't turn out as good enough to scare them anyway," he replied comfortingly and placed a kiss on his brunette's lips.