karlakolumna

4.5 stars

who_la_hoop is now officially my new favourite Drarry author. Yes.

Because damn. Did I laugh my ass off during this ludicrous (in the bestest of ways) and hilarious read. lolz.

I honestly couldn't stop laughing - nor reading for that matter - and this morning my roomie looked at me like I was a case for the loony bin when I was trying to explain what was so funny last night that she could literally hear me giggling through 2 walls.
(Let me tell you, my spluttering explanation à la "Draco" and "toilet salesman" and "Toilet Supremo" didn't help matters -- at this point I gave up on trying to make her understand, although the hilarity of this fic sure didn't end with its title.)

But. I don't care. Because this was so worth it.


Just to give you a taste: (though out of context it loses a bit of its charm and humour) :')

'“Yes, please,” Harry said. “YOU’D need more than one [pint] if you had the sort of terrible news I do!” he said sanctimoniously – making Hermione, for some reason, roll her eyes. [...]
“TERRIBLE NEWS,” he said. [...]
“You sent Draco Malfoy to sell me a toilet,” Harry said, trying to keep a note of accusation out of his voice. “No-o, mate,” Ron said, a little hoarsely. “Hermione’s a little bossy – ow!” he said as Hermione dug a vengeful elbow in his ribs, “but she wouldn’t do that.” [...]
“It was – it was probably Dracus Malfoy,” Ron said slowly. “His third cousin twice removed.”'