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capituTitle: Draco Malfoy: Toilet Supremo
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Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 26,000 Approx.
Summary: It must be a vision brought on by eating cheese sarnies too close to bedtime, Harry thinks. There's no way that Draco Malfoy can really be standing on his doorstep, calling himself a Toilet Supremo, and expecting Harry to buy not only this unlikeliest of scenarios, but also a new loo.
But no: Harry's eyes do not deceive him. Malfoy, Lord of Toilets, is really there. Which begs a very important question: what the hell is he up to, and what evil scheme is he about to unleash? Because there must be an evil scheme . . . mustn't there?
You should prepare yourself to laugh all through reading this fic. At least most of it, because it has some very sweet and touching scenes, but between you and me, this story is just bloody hilarious.
You see, apparently Harry needs a new toilet (because avocado-coloured toilets are ~evil~), and who shows up at Harry's door to do so? None other than Draco Malfoy: Toilet Supremo. LOL
Which, just can't be true, right? There has to be something going on; a curse! And Harry will attempt to "cure" Draco throwing him salt among other things and, well, it's really funny.
But that's not all there is, there's romance, because while Harry tries to discover exactly why one Draco Malfoy is selling toilets, he starts to see him as more than just a lavatory provider. And it's pretty damn brilliant. I know it sounds crack-ish, but trust me, it's awesome.
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who_la_hoop Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 26,000 Approx.
Summary: It must be a vision brought on by eating cheese sarnies too close to bedtime, Harry thinks. There's no way that Draco Malfoy can really be standing on his doorstep, calling himself a Toilet Supremo, and expecting Harry to buy not only this unlikeliest of scenarios, but also a new loo.
But no: Harry's eyes do not deceive him. Malfoy, Lord of Toilets, is really there. Which begs a very important question: what the hell is he up to, and what evil scheme is he about to unleash? Because there must be an evil scheme . . . mustn't there?
You should prepare yourself to laugh all through reading this fic. At least most of it, because it has some very sweet and touching scenes, but between you and me, this story is just bloody hilarious.
You see, apparently Harry needs a new toilet (because avocado-coloured toilets are ~evil~), and who shows up at Harry's door to do so? None other than Draco Malfoy: Toilet Supremo. LOL
Which, just can't be true, right? There has to be something going on; a curse! And Harry will attempt to "cure" Draco throwing him salt among other things and, well, it's really funny.
But that's not all there is, there's romance, because while Harry tries to discover exactly why one Draco Malfoy is selling toilets, he starts to see him as more than just a lavatory provider. And it's pretty damn brilliant. I know it sounds crack-ish, but trust me, it's awesome.
