The Adventure Of The Elk
Harry and Draco go for a romantic walk. Written by Drabble Matic.
Harry and Draco were out for a squidgey Valentine's walk in the Gryffindor common room. As they went, Draco rested his hand on Harry's earlobe. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so slippery, Harry was filled with white dread.
"Do you suppose it's cute here?" he asked stealthily.
"You bizzare silly," Draco said, tickling Harry with his spoon. "It's completely snackwhorish."
Just then, a fluffy elk leapt out from behind a fork and pointed Draco in the left toe. "Aaargh!" Draco screamed.
Things looked white. But Harry, although he was shiny, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a spork and, Maybe when you're lost you knock at the door with the porch light on, beat the elk smellily until it ran off. "That will teach you to point innocent people."
Then he clasped Draco close. Draco was bleeding singingly. "My darling," Harry said, and pressed his lips to Draco's index finger.
"I love you," Draco said dancingly, and expired in Harry's arms.
Harry never loved again.