Muggles ✧ Drarry

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ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 5ᴋ
ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ: ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 2ɴᴅ, 2020
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Truthfully, Draco had discovered something worse than the Dark Lord. It was more infuriating, more damnable, more horrible than anything that he could have ever imagined. He swore that seeing it caused him to break out in hives, and just the thought of it was enough to send shivers of fear down its spine. It had an unearthly, deformed, and unnatural shape, its edges rounded where they should have pointed out. It folded back on itself due to its misshapenness, and looking at its wrinkles along its rim made Draco feel ill.

To make matters worse, Draco had discovered the thing hidden in his linen closet, behind some of his softest sheets. It blended in wonderfully, because it was a master of disguise when it came to blending in with things like sheets, but this...thing was definitely not a sheet. It was a material from Hell, something designed by the devil to torture mortals such as Draco's self.

The name of the thing itself was putrid, and left a bitter taste in his mouth. Draco wasn't sure if he would ever be able to sleep soundly again, knowing that this dreadful thing was ever in his house, and once he disposed of it, he was sure to have hisself eased.

However, the thing was still there, despite his many efforts to part with it. The thing was essential to Draco, actually, and he needed it to sleep properly—which was ironic, because it was the newfound subject of his nightmares.

What was this terrible thing, you may be wondering. What was this awful, awful master of destruction and frustration that put Draco to sleep last night and woke him with nightmares of itself? Its name is horrible to utter, haunting to think of.

The fitted sheet.

Draco shuddered at the mental mention of its existence. The most difficult thing that Draco had ever encountered was attempting to put the fitted sheet onto his waiting mattress. His naked mattress, that wasn't comfortable to sleep on without the damned fitted sheet.

Draco had been trying to put the fucking fitted sheet on his bed for nearly half an hour. The elastic in the rim of the sheet made it impossible to grip on the edge of his bed, and Draco looked around the room sadly. The plant on his armoire seemed to be mocking him a smirk—if that was possible—on its "face". He scowled at it, and then his eyes fell upon the rest of the sheets that he would have to put on the bed. There wan an additional sheet, pillow cases, a duvet and decoration pillows that needed to go onto the bed. Draco weened that he could have been done had the fucking fitted sheet not been so difficult to manage.

Draco looked at the sheet with determination. He stretched it across the mattress near the headboard and locked those corners into place. Then, he stretched the sheet further down the bed and attached the third corner to the bed. He jumped up and down a few times, readying himself for the final feat. He was good at getting three corners down now, but the forth one never seemed to stay.

Draco took a deep breath and pulled the sheet taut against the bed. The elastic allowed the sheet to stretch, and he pulled it down over the side of the bed. Draco whooped aloud, punching his fist into the air. He had done it. He had fucking done it! Draco wiped some imaginary sweat off of his brow and made to grab the next sheet. He pulled it out from underneath the pillowcases where it was folded. This one, he decided, was going to go a lot smoother than the fucking disaster he had just dealt with. This sheet was going to be as easy as making a swelling solution.

When Draco turned around with the new sheet in his hand, his eyes fell onto his masterpiece. It was gorgeous, really, the fitted sheet being fitted to the bed properly. He unfolded the larger sheet and stretched it along the bed. As Draco adjusted it, he could help but notice a small bump underneath it on the corner adjacent to him. He frowned, and made his way over. When he peeled back the top layer, Draco's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. He groaned loudly, and closed his eyes tight.