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You should write a Drarry story where they're American Muggles, and Harry is participating in Occupy Wall Street with Hermione and Ron. And Draco, who's a successful stockbroker, comes out to threaten the protesters. But he runs into Harry and they can't stop staring at each other and soon begin a secret affair.
I- what?! Where did that come from?
I was thinking about it when I watched The Wolf of Wall Street last night. Draco would look good in a suit.
Oh, and throw Blaise in there too. He'd be perfect on Wall Street.
Nick pushed away from the side of the truck
and brushed at his shoulder. Paint chips flaked like the rind of burnt citrus
fruit. So unprofessional. “How does
this look to the clients?”
movers.” Finn wiggled his asymmetrical brows, giving his face the
expression of a disturbed cartoon character. “The clients are dead, Nick.“
“Not those clients.” Nick rolled his eyes.
“The ones who pay us.” He nodded in the direction of Wall Street suited man
exiting a cab. “Sharpen up.”
The man was all business and got straight
to the point. “It’s upstairs.” He paused and looked the young men over twice
each. “You come highly recommended. It’s to be moved exactly as is. I don’t
mind if you shift the pillows and the other detritus, but nothing else is to be
“Of course.” Nick and Finn followed the man
through the cadaverous brownstone to the second floor sitting room. Finn’s nose
wrinkled and he turned away from the stiff room for a moment. But Nick showed
no outward sign he even noticed the stench. Opposite the window, a claw-footed
settee had been pushed against the wall. In front of it, there was a spot on
the floor without dust.
Nick asked, “Where’s the rug? It was
included in the contract as part of this particular estate.”
The man pointed to the closet in the
“Shit.” Finn grunted. “Any stains are now
going to be smeared.”
But Nick cut him off. “We’ll take it as is,
of course. Besides, we need it to cover up the couch before taking it out,
The man hesitated. “It…uh, already has a
stain on it.”
“No problem. We’ve got a tarp.” Nick waved
Finn downstairs and pulled the contract out of his pocket. They finalized the
details and the man handed over a check.
“I believe that covers it.”
Nick pocketed it without looking. “I’m sure
it does.” Finn returned and the two movers set the rug on the unoccupied side
of the couch, then covered the place of rest with the tarp, making sure to keep
the dangling legs covered so they didn’t bump anything on the way out. “Open
the front door for us and we’ll make sure this is all taken care of.”
The man shook Nick’s hand. “I’m counting on
“That’s what the check is for.” Finn grabbed
the side of the settee with only the rug and smirked. With care, they made
their way out to the truck. Nick manoeuvred
the beast rather well considering the dead weight was all on his side.