Being a hit-wizard is not easy | Drarry

Chapter ten

Draco regains his footing on the solid pavement. His head is spinning and it takes him a few seconds to clear his vision from the dizziness, but when he does, he finds himself in a dark tunnel, he doesn't recognize it, but it's not the first time he's found himself in a similar place.

"Evening Draco." a voice says from the shadows.

"Kingsley." Draco says, not in the least fazed by the Minister's penchant for dramatic and "scary" entrances. He takes out his wand, and casts a lumos to illuminate the area around him.

Shacklebolt steps out of the shadows and, although it's not the first time that Draco sees Kingsley in what the man considers to be adequate clothes for a secret meeting, the combinations of styles, colours and fabrics amuses him every time. Draco has seen him in various outfits during the years, the most memorable ones being a lime green tuxedo with flowers, bees and butterflies embroidered on the jacket, yellow dungarees with nothing underneath them and pink flip-flops on his feet and an exact replica of John Travolta's Tony Manero's iconic white suit from Saturday Night Fever.

This time, Kingsley has outdone himself in terms of oddity and hilarity quota.

The man is wearing tight black leggings under a pair of knee-length neon pink running shorts and matching pink crocs. He is wearing what looks like a yellow football jersey with WEST HAM Utd written on his chest in bold letters but Draco frowns, wasn't the West Ham jersey claret and blue? As Kingsley steps closer Draco is able to see better under the light of his wand and notices small lettering under the big one.

WEST - HAM United

Wizarding Exploding Snap Team - Hogwarts And Ministry United

Oh Merlin.

After years of etiquette lessons, his mother would be very disappointed in finding out about the very undignified snort Draco lets out along with a soft giggle he prays to Merlin and Morgana that Kingsley hasn't heard.

He tries to put on a blank mask, but he fails miserably.

"Exploding snap team?" he asks grinning.

Shacklebolt shrugs. "It's become a big thing in the last few years."

Draco raises a skeptical eyebrow.

"Exploding snap team?" he asks again, incredulous.

"It's a joined tournament between Hogwarts and the Ministry, anyone can participate, but it always leads to a final match between the Hogwarts seekers and the Aurors. It's quite entertaining."

Draco hums, it might be, he thinks, if you don't have a television, or books, or just about anything else.

Exploding snap was dull when he was a student, he doesn't think it's improved in the years, not to mention that the safety hazard of the cards actually exploding is not something he's particularly fond of, he remembers his second year, when Crabbe had spent a whole month without his eyebrows, because he had been a little too close to an explosion. Draco likes his eyebrows where they are, thank you very much.

He tries to forget about the game, though it is kinda hard with the hideous yellow jersey constantly in front of his eyes. He knows Kingsley wears appalling outfits just to play with Draco, who is usually very proper and would never be caught dead in bright colours, this way though, he's implementing Draco's collection of blackmail material. He ignores the futility of having blackmail material on the Minister when he just has to ask if he needs something and they'll do almost anything for their best weapon, on the condition that it can be done discreetly and without involving any other magical being.