THE WASHING MACHINE

Requested by Aletto

Disclaimer: I still don't own anything.

Harry Potter had just returned home from a particularly grueling day at the ministry, and had decided that he wanted to do nothing else but flop onto his comfy bed and do absolutely nothing, perhaps snuggle with a certain blonde as he did so.

But when he opened the door to his flat, he knew that wasn't going to happen. Because nothing ever went smoothly for Harry Potter, it seems. The living room was empty. Too empty. Harry walked over to the couch. What happened to the snarky Slytherin git that would usually sit right there, reading a book as he waited to greet Harry when he came through the door? He wasn't there. Harry shook his head wildly.

'Nonononono, this is not good…' he thought. For whenever Draco was off somewhere not in plain sight, he was usually experimenting with whatever household appliance that had caught his attention.

Harry rubbed his temples, feeling the start of a headache. He sat down, and waited for something to go terribly, terribly wrong.

He didn't have to wait long.

"AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH, HAAARRYYY!" a piercing scream erupted from the laundry room.

'Fuck. What did the prat screw up this time?'' He thought angrily as he hurried to the room where the blonde was currently screaming his head off.

"Well? What seems to be the proble-Oh my God." Harry stared in utter disbelief as he witnessed the complete disaster that was unfolding in front of him.

"Oh my God," he murmured again, unable to form any other sentence. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration, making it even messier than it was in the first place and screamed, "BLOODY MERLIN'S BEARD!" Oh, well look at that, it seems he could say more that one sentence.

The entire room was covered in bubbles, making it virtually impossible to see through the suds. In the corner was the barely visible washing machine, spluttering and smoking as the soapy foam mercilessly burst out, covering its surroundings with yet another layer of frothy bubbles.

…Wait a second. Where was Draco? Harry quickly scanned the room in panic, his gaze settling on what looked like a pale hand.

He made his way through the mess, grabbed Draco's hand, and pulled the blonde up.

"Oh, Harry-" Draco started to say with relief, but when he saw the look of pure ferocity on the brunette's face, he shrunk back in fear and whimpered. Because when Harry was angry, things usually didn't turn out the best.

Harry glared at him with smoldering emerald eyes. "Explain yourself," the Gryffindor ordered, eyes flashing with vibrant green fire.

Draco stuttered nervously, "Ah, well you see Harry, it seems that working the…what do those Muggles call it, oh yes, the washing machine is not quite as easy as it seems."

Harry glowered at him, pure, raw, anger reflecting in his eyes. "Really now?" he bit out.

Draco tried quickly to explain his case, "Uh, well, it's not entirely my fault! The box clearly said to put three cups of soap flakes into the machine!"

He held up the box to prove it. Harry snatched it away, and quickly scanned the instructions. When he finished reading, it was clear that he was definitely not happy.

"It says. Three spoonfuls, Draco. Three spoonfuls."

Draco took the box back and read the contents. 'Oh. …Fuck,' he thought miserably. He looked back at Harry sheepishly and said, "Well, what do you know, it does say three spoonfuls! You uh…you've gotten really good at reading instructions! Potions class finally helping you with something, eh?" he said weakly, playfully punching Harry on his arm.

Harry was not amused.

"Three spoonfuls, it says," he muttered absently, grabbing at his ebony locks in frustration, pulling out little black tufts of hair. He walked around angrily, making funny little spastic gestures with his arms. "And what does the git do? Puts in three goddamn cups of soap in the bloody washing machine!"

He turned to Draco, "Don't you know the difference between a cup and a spoon?" he roared.

"Yes actually, I do. So I would appreciate it if you wouldn't give me a lesson on the subject." Draco snapped back with a sneer. The sneer quickly found its way off his face after he contemplated what he had just done. 'Fuck, not a very smart move on my part,' he thought.

"Well if you know so much about the difference between the both of them, WOULD YOU PLEASE ENLIGHTEN ME WITH YOUR DIVINE INTELLIGENCE?"

"Um, sure? A cup is round, and can hold things, like tea. A spoon is a dining utensil consisting of a small shallow bowl, usually oval or round, located at the end of a handle. You can use it to mix, stir, scoop or-you were being sarcastic weren't you."

"YES I WAS! DRACO, YOU'VE RUINED THE WASHING MACHINE, AND YOU'VE RUINED ALMOST ALL MY CLOTHES!" Harry screamed.

"Yes, I did ruin the washing machine. And your clothes. But they were kind of ugly anyway," Draco added as an afterthought. He looked at Harry and winced at his scary expression. "But since you love so much, you'll let me off the hook, and we can venture up into the bedroom to have hot, wild, passionate, kinky sex!" Draco squeaked, a hopeful look lighting up his face.

Harry looked at the angelic face that was currently pouting at him with soft pink lips.

Soft, pink, kissable lips. Harry wanted to do nothing else but cup the blonde's soft cheek, and capture those delectable-no. No, he was mad at the git, and even though hot, wild, passionate, kinky sex sounded so wonderful at the moment, he would make sure the Slytherin would not get his way.

"No," he said firmly, and walked away, leaving Draco all by his lonesome.

So Draco cried, because it was what pure-blood children usually did when they didn't get their way. He cried like the day his father told him he couldn't have a magical flying pony for his 8th birthday because "Magical flying ponies are for girls, Draco."

It wasn't fair. Blaise had one. Life sucked.

END.

A/N:

choo: And so that concludes the second part of my many part story! Please read and review, because if you do, maybe my mommy will finally be proud of me! So pleeaase review guys! Bye for now~!

choo: Sorry to bother you guys but if you guys still wanna pick what electronic device Draco should battle next, tell me in your reviews!