Disclaimer: Blame my friend, Anoney-Mouse, and her love for OOC-Draco. JK Rowling owns everyone. And I hope she never does this.

The camera panned over the large French doors, covered with deep purple curtains, as the blond boy stepped in front. His steel-blue eyes looked as if they were about to spill over with tears, as his bottom lip trembled.

"From Harry Potter Fashion…" Came the voice-over, as the blond boy slumped into a velvet, violet plush chair, his hands over his face. Tears leaked through his pale fingers, and through his open shirt, one could see scars crisscrossing his manly, and yet oddly delicate chest.

"Comes a new fragrance…"

The blond boy continued to sob, as the French doors swung open, and a gust of wind blew dramatically into the room, swirling picturesquely around the crying boy. The wind then moved on the blow aside a curtain that hid a portrait of a young lady with bushy brown hair and large teeth. The blond boy pulled his hands away from his face for a moment, raising his eyes to the portrait.

The girl in the portrait heaved a heavy sigh full of regret and longing as the boy reached for it.

"How could I ever know…?" The boy whispered, before collapsing in sobs again.

"Draco brings you the scent of desire..."

The camera zoomed in on a large bottle of an ugly black substance in an elegant perfume bottle, sitting on a hardwood desk. A pale hand, obviously belonging to the weeping boy, reached over and picked it up.

"Angst, by Malfoy. Available at all fine fragrance establishments."

The camera abruptly switched to a far happier-looking black-haired boy with glasses and an odd scar on his forehead. He was in the middle of what appeared to be a fancy boutique, and walked purposefully up to the counter.

"Excuse me, is this a fine fragrance establishment?" The boy asked. The smiling salesperson nodded, and with a flick of his wand, summoned a bottle of the black substance. He then handed it to the dark-haired boy, who sprayed it in his eyes. Immediately, he began to tear.

The blond boy then joined the dark-haired one, still weeping, and together they left the boutique, leaning on each other as if the burden of grief was just too much for them both to bear.

"Angst."