Glorified Gadgets

Clockwork

Draco sat at a long, black dining table. A meeting of the highest ranking Deatheaters was taking place and everyone sat exactly where they were supposed to be. Across from Draco was Veronica Steamwell, to his left was the Dark Lord himself, Lord Voldemort.

It was a simple meeting really. Voldemort was going over the task for his high ranking officials.

"Malfoy," Voldemort barked. Draco immediately stood up.

"Yes, my lord," Draco coldly stated.

"You and Miss Steamwell are in charge for the mission. Fail to terminate Madeline Birch and you will be executed," Voldemort demanded. Draco gulped slightly and sat back down. He then looked at Veronica, who seemed as if she was made of ice. Her black hair lay flat and framed her alabaster face. Her ruby red lips had a tight expression but her black eyes were illuminated by them.

"Meeting adjourned," Voldemort announced, forcing Draco to snap out of his trance.

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"Please, no! You don't have to do this,"Madeline Birch screamed.

"Shut up, you filthy mudblood," Draco shouted as he watched Miss Birch being tortured by another Deatheater. Then with a flash of bright green, she was dead.

That's when Veronica went to work. She walked up to the body and opened the strawberry jam case she held. Immediately, she pulled out a small black blanket full of surgeon's tools. She put on latex gloves and a face mask. Then took a scalpel and swiftly began taking out the dead woman's heart. She cleverly put the crimson heart into a glass mason jar, poured formaldehyde on it and closed the lid tight. She put the jar into her case, placed a dead lily in the woman's chest cavity, sewed the cavity shut, and stood back up.

"Well, we should probably go now," Veronica told the small crowd around her. Draco stared at her for a moment, taking in the calmness of her personality.

"Yes, let's get going shall we," Draco announced to everyone.

The crowd left and all entered separate carriages. Veronica got in the same one as Draco, figuring she could just spend the night at Draco's again.

"So, What do you want me to make for dinner when we get home," Draco asked Veronica as he closed the door.

"What have I told you about making my food," Veronica huffed as she crossed her arms.

"Don't fucking touch it, I know," Draco rolled his eyes,"But Pansy and Blaise will probably be asleep when we get home, so I was offering to make your food for you."

"Well, I can make it myself," Veronica sighed. Draco glanced out the window and saw the midnight blue sky blanket the lush countryside.

"Why don't you like other people touching your food anyways," Draco asked.

"It's a long story," Veronica glanced out the window too.

"Well, we got time," Draco looked at Veronica.

"No, we don't. We are arriving at your complex," Veronica told Draco. She picked up her case and gracefully stepped out of the carriage.  Veronica and Draco entered the room to see the remnants of Pansy and Blaise's date night.

"When are these fuckers ever gonna learn how to clean," Veronica huffed as she sat her stuff on a small stool by the door. She walked over to the trash can and brought it over to the coffee table, that was covered with empty wine bottles, paper plates, half-eaten chocolate, and a burned out candle. She then took her arm and shoved everything into the trash can. Veronica looked up at Draco.

"Well, are you gonna help me or not," Veronica asked.

"Uh. Yeah, sure. I'll help," Draco flustered. He then proceeded to pick up the scattered blankets and clothes. Veronica put the trash can back and began wiping down the table.

"Well, I think we have a good idea about what happened with Blaise and Pansy," Draco blushed. Veronica glanced up and saw him holding up a red bra with black lace in the cups.

"I think so," Veronica laughed. She quickly ran over to Draco and snatched the undergarment out of his hand. She examined it and pulled at the tag.

"Damn. I'm actually wondering if Pansy took my bra," Veronica said.

"What do you mean," Draco questioned.

"We have the same size and I have this same exact bra from the same exact company," Veronica showed Draco the tag.

"There's different bra companies," He asked.

"Yes, there are," Veronica rolled her eyes,"Although I typically shop at Boux Avenue."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Are you planning on buying me lingerie soon?"

"No! I was just thinking if you are gonna be staying here, I should buy you some clothes," Draco blushed.

"Oh shit! I forgot pajamas," Veronica exclaimed.

"Should we go to your apartment and get some," Draco wondered.

"No, we can't," Veronica shook her head,"My apartment has a curfew that has already passed and if you were caught out with me, who knows what lies the tabloids would come up with!"

"You can borrow one of my t-shirts if you want," Draco offered.

"Thanks. Hey, can I also take a shower I smell like I made a coat out of roadkill that was dead for weeks," Veronica said.

"Sure, but please keep the gross and graphic imagery to yourself," Draco chuckled.

"Suit yourself," Veronica shrugged. Then the two walked into Draco's room. Veronica walked into the elegantly decorated bathroom and turned on the shower. Draco heard the soft rushing of the water as he picked out an old t-shirt from his Hogwarts days for Veronica to use. Not realizing, Draco walked in on a half naked Veronica.

"Oh shit, sorry," Draco covered his eyes and handed the shirt over to Veronica. She laughed as she took the shirt and shoved Draco back into his room. Draco then decided to setup Veronica's bed on the couch with fresh blankets. He then decided to get ready for bed himself, but then realized he nor Veronica ever ate anything. So, he went to the kitchen to look for something he could make. All that was in the pantry was oatmeal. Draco really needed to go to the grocery store.

A few minutes later, Draco heard the shower shut off and saw Veronica walk into the living room.

"I know you don't like me touching your food but I was gonna make oatmeal. You want me to make you a bowl," Draco asked. Veronica's stomach growled fiercely.

"Yeah. I guess you can, but just this one time," Veronica smiled. She then walked over to her case and pulled out a long scroll of blue paper with a pencil. She then unrolled it and placed it on the table.

Draco watched as she scribbled across the paper. Her black eyes seemed to be drilling holes into the paper, her pencil glided gracefully across the paper, the t shirt that Draco appeared to cling to her tightly, and her raven hair was still a wet mop-like mess, but all these things just seemed to add to her beauty. She seemed to work like a clock. So sure and steady. It was just then, however, Draco realized he was about to burn the oatmeal.

Once Draco solved his almost disaster, he placed a bowl of oatmeal in front of Veronica.

"Thanks," she mumbled. Draco glanced at the picture Veronica was drawing. He stepped back a bit when he realized what it was.

It was a robot made with human organs.