Title: Bathing is Dangerous by Slytherin Summer

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Summer Funfair Event: Side Shows

Puppet Show – Draco Malfoy Option 1: pillow, death, coffee

Weekly Drabble Competition Week 19

Female Harry x Draco Malfoy (Harry's name is Harriett here)

Modern AU Zombie Apocalypse (No MAGIC)

*This is what happens after binge watching the final ep of this season's The Walking Dead. I regret nothing XD

Total word count: 707

It was a typical monotonous day for Draco Malfoy who went out of the coffee shop with his usual order of hot chai tea latte and a newspaper in hand.

His steely grey eyes scanned the front page of the paper and in big, bold letters read the words: DEADLY UNKNOWN AIRBORNE VIRUS SPREADING ACROSS THE GLOBE!

He immediately tore his gaze from the paper and scoffed. "What a bunch of rubbish," and tossed the paper on the nearest bin. Surely the media was blowing this latest disease out of proportion.

Then Draco spotted the faded sign of his favorite butcher shop and crossed the street. He entered the store, standing in line to pick up his customary selection of succulent meat and took a sip from his hot drink that momentarily scalded his tongue but he disregarded it.

There were three people in front of him and five people behind as he held his cup of coffee in one hand and another one clutching his phone in which he irritatingly kept glancing at the screen because Harriet wasn't picking up any of his calls.

All of a sudden, a loud scream was heard behind the counter as Bucky, the butcher, chopped off his assistant's arm and began chewing on it madly. The woman in front of Draco screeched in terror, Bucky looked up with red tinged eyes and bared his blood stained teeth as he swiftly lunged over the counter and came after Draco.

"Fucking shite!" Draco shouted as the grotesque version of the man tackled him to the ground, snapping and gnarling to get a piece of him. Having difficulty reaching for his cup of hot coffee with the heavy man on top of him, he immediately threw the sweltering liquid at the disfigured creature and simultaneously kicked him hard in the gut and made a mad dash out of the shop.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" Draco scanned the scene once he was a good distance away from the store then his eyes widened in panic. "Oh, fuck –"

Outside was chaos. Those bloody things – demons, were everywhere, snarling and snapping with their blood stained teeth and lifeless movements as he saw one of them feeding on something in an alleyway. People were all frenziedly shouting and running.

Draco wasted no time and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. In no fucking way was he going to bloody die today. Reaching inside his pocket, "C'mon Potter, pick up the damn phone!"

Harriett Potter was leisurely relaxing in the hot bath she prepared for herself, inhaling the scent of vanilla bath salts as foams of bubbles pooled up in the water while her favorite music was playing in the background.

Her moment of solitude was ruined when she heard a loud ruckus going on outside her living room and she simply could not ignore it. Harriett knew it had to be Draco since he still had the keys to her apartment after they had split.

"Draco, you bloody git! What the hell are you doing?! Keep it down!" Harriett screamed from the bathroom door trying to zone out the loud clattering of pots and pans and whatever the hell the blond bastard was trying to find in her flat.

"What the hell am I doing? What the hell are you doing!" he snapped back and Harriett didn't like his tone.

She stood up from the tub, her hair dripping from the water, and wrapped a towel around her body. She opened the door of the bathroom, "Are you bloody mental? I am trying to enjoy my bath!"

"I'm so sorry, Harriett! Please, do enjoy your bath while a fucking zombie apocalypse is happening five stories beneath you!" Draco retorted sarcastically and didn't spare her a glance as he hastily entered the bedroom they once shared as a couple, pulling off the sheets and pillows then he crouched down under the bed, using his arms to blindly search for something.

"What the bloody hell are you talking abou – "

A guttural shriek echoed the living room, cutting out Harriett's voice and she realized within seconds that Draco had his hand clamped over her mouth, a pistol in his other hand.