The smiler (Drarry)

Vict.4; Luna L.

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Harry pov:
I finally finished cleaning up the small junk and clothes thrown on the floor along with a broken mirror and a load of ripped up paper. If I had to guess or estimate how many papers were ripped I'd say about 20-30. Quite a lot for one person. All the papers had ':/?' signed somewhere like he was communicating with someone.

Oh well, it's none of my business. "What are you doing?" I jumped and turned around to see an angry Malfoy. "I was cleaning? I swear I wasn't snooping if that's what you're thinking!" He walked closer to me and I dropped the clear bag of trash and started backing up till I hit a wall. He still kept walking closer till we were inches apart, he leaned forward but I moved my head. And put a hand on his chest. "What-What are you doing?"

I quietly cursed myself for the stutter. "You'll see." He leaned forward again and connected his lips with mine. I froze, I didn't know what to do. After a few seconds I kissed back, why? I honestly don't know. Before I knew it, we were making out. I still couldn't believe I was being dominated by Draco Malfoy out of everyone. I broke the kiss for air and Draco-I mean Malfoy, flopped his head on my shoulder and passed out. I mean literally passed out.

I placed him on his bed after taking off his robe. He was wearing a white t-shirt with black joggers. Along with some clean white socks. An owl swooped in and handed me a letter.

Harry Potter,
Come into work as soon as possible. The smiler has struck again and has murdered Lovegood. While the others has the same death (stabbed to death) Ms. Lovegood has eaten spoon fulls of rat poison. The smile carved into her body seems a little different and we are guessing they are framing the Smiler.

-(Idk)

As soon as I read the letter I started panicking. What do I do? Do I go to work or leave Draco alone, sick and hopeless. He could be next for all I know. He might have been a prick but he doesn't deserve to be killed off. I sighed hopelessly, Luna has just been killed but he's sick. I guess I'm not going into work today. I walked downstairs to his kitchen and some herbal tea. Me being alone in my thoughts made me think back to the kiss.

It was nice, but he'll forget, I hope...Otherwise he'll hate me more. Honestly I just want a truce between us, but that kiss isn't going to help if he remembers. I sigh in misery this time. "Why are you sighing so much?" I jump and turn around at the sudden voice. "Did you not hear me come down the stairs and call your name five times?" He called my name? I look at him puzzled and then I realised. "You're too close." I mumbled and he smirked. "Good."

He responded with. "So tell me, why were you sighing so much?" He asked after his first question. "Uh-Are you better now?" I asked trying to change the subject. "Yes, now why were you sighing so much." It sounded more like a statement rather than a question. His face inched closer with a frown and his brows furrowed with annoyance. "I-well-what'd we do a few minutes ago?" I got straight to the point. "We kissed, no?" My face flushed at his bluntness.

"I see you also remember. That's good." He said and leaned near my ear and whispered; "I love you~" He stepped back and walked away calmly with a smirk on his face, leaving me with a beet red face. 'Did that just-' At this point all my emotions were having a meeting as I idly walked towards the sofa. I sat down and tried to calm my face down. I think I ended up falling asleep because it was dark out and I had a blanket draped over me.

I sat up confused looking around. I heard noise upstairs so I decided to call out. "Draco?" I called out, I'd rather have someone answer me back than for me to not know someone's in here and just for me to brush it off. "Awake now, Potter?" Thank Merlin it was him. I think as he walks down the stairs. "I want dinner, make me some, please and thank you." I got up, grumbled a bit and walked over to the kitchen but not by being pulled into a kiss.

I kissed back and felt Draco's tongue slip in my mouth, letting a moan escape my mouth. After a second he pulled away and left back upstairs. I don't know what he's doing upstairs but there's nothing up there besides a guest a room and his, a bathroom, and his study. He's probably in his study working on the case. I thought to myself. I made a pretty simple dinner; smarter chicken quesadilla.

It contains; chicken(obviously) pieces with seasoning, sauce, cheese, and big tortillas, in pizza slices.

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( • • ) The next morning
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Nothing eventful happened the rest of the night, all that happened was: Luna dying, Draco confessing, sorta. And that's it. I went into work after leaving a note for Draco. I walked into work and was immediately handed Luna's murder portfolio. She had eaten some soup which contained the poison, death time 17:57 (5:57pm). The time of death was only an hour after she had eaten meaning it took a while for it to kick in.

Again a smile carved onto her body but it was sloppy, and the Smiler hasn't used poison up until now, which is strange. The time of death was also very different from the others. Everything about her murder was weird and different. Almost like it wasn't even the Smiler, but someone trying to get away with it. They weren't smart obviously, they left the bottle of rat poison with their finger prints. The murderer was...