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Draco had finally been given a task worthy of a demonic intern. His satisfaction at this state of affairs could be discerned in his voice, his eyes, his jaunty walk. Draco was on a mission.

Better yet, it was something that only HE could do. Admittedly, the prospect of going back to Crowley’s flat in order to disarm the things which had originally hurt the demon was frightening, at first. But then Aziraphale had patiently explained that Draco was invincible, in a matter of speaking. That all Draco had to do was grab some silly toys from some unusually active plants, and check the flat for anything else that could be dangerous to Crowley’s health.. This was nothing, compared to Herbology.

Draco hummed a tune that he would never admit to knowing due to its popularity among adolescent witches, and started to ascend the stairs that lead to Crowley’s penthouse suite.

It was a good thing that he had never seen any Ghostbusters or James Bond movies. It would have taken away a lot of his enjoyment in slinking up the stairwell and through the hall, taking plenty of opportunities to dramatically pause before he leapt around each corner with his wand out, looking wildly in all directions. His tuneless hum was now more reminiscent of the Weird Sister’s early work.

Draco reached the entrance to Crowley’s dwelling later than he would have had he simply walked, but it was important to set the mood. Draco now felt that he was mentally prepared to take on anything that could be in the flat. Unfortunately for Draco, his expectations of what he would encounter were limited to modern furniture and amusing pet plants. It was unfair, really, for him to encounter another would be plant neutralizer. Draco watched, momentarily speechless, as the man wrestled with an English Ivy.

“Give it up, you overgrown skunkweed!” cried the interloper, who on an unrelated note looked like the avatar of one night stands. The words broke Draco from his silence, and he cleared his throat while trying to look menacing. He also put on an aristocratic sneer, for good measure.

Pointing his wand directly at the man’s heart, he asked, “You’d better have a damn good reason for being here.”

Despite the opinions of some, Draco had finished going through puberty quite some time ago. However, Fate decided that his voice needed to crack one last time, in honor of the perfect moment for it. Fate can be a bitch like that.