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Auction Prompt: Day 31, Auction 1: "You seriously just referred to zombies as 'walkers'? God, you're enjoying this way too much."

Word Count: 403

Still Laughing

"I swear to god, they're a nightmare," Draco complained, running a hand through his hair. "I'm having to apparate everywhere at the moment, so I don't have to deal with them slobbering all over me!"

"And you hated the Muggles before they turned into extreme walkers," Harry pointed out grinning.

Ron snorted, shaking his head. "You seriously just referred to zombies as 'walkers'?" he asked, arching his eyebrows. When Harry grinned at him, Ron just blinked in disbelief. "You're enjoying this way too much, mate."

Shrugging his shoulders, Harry said, "They make me laugh. I know it's terrible what's happening and all, but like… have you watched them? They're hilarious. They look like they belong in the Burrow the morning after a night out."

It was Draco's turn to laugh, creasing even more when Ron conjured a pillow just to whack Harry around the head with it.

Harry warded Ron's attack off with his hands as he laughed, and Hermione just shook her head at their antics, getting up from the sofa to leave the living room. She came back a few minutes later with a tray holding four drinks and few bowls of snacks, and placed it on the table.

"I do miss an evening in the pub," she said, as she retook her seat.

"I mean, we can still go," Harry pointed out.

"What's the point in going to the pub if you've got to stay sober?" Draco asked, wrinkling his nose. "I mean, I guess you could floo, but like… ew. I don't fancy ending a night out by spinning through the floo and vomiting on myself as soon as I get home."

"Especially because it will be me that has to clean up the vomit afterwards," Harry said sagely, smiling at the look Draco gave him. "What? You're not good at sick. It's not a secret, babe."

Draco grimaced.

"The scientists seem to be getting somewhere with a vaccine," Hermione said softly. "And a cure. Hopefully soon, they'll have something viable."

"Until then, we can just gather here and annoy Malfoy," Ron said cheerfully. "Silver linings and all."

Harry picked up a beer from the tray Hermione had brought in. The world was going to pot, but they were safe inside the house Harry and Draco shared, their friends were with them, and they were still laughing.

He figured that as long as they had that, they'd be fine.