That is lost on many people.
- Gilmore Girls
Tuesday, January 30th ~ Early Evening
Draco stepped back from his creation and tilted his head to the side. Perfect. Looking up as a woman passed muttering something or other about public indecency - the very idea, he was a Malfoy and therefor far beyond mere decency and into the realm of the superior - and promptly blew a raspberry in her direction.
He turned in a slow circle, admiring his work and trying to decide what was missing. There were the anatomically correct ones he had started with - and then the pairs increasing in numbers until there was a tangle of snowie bits in an uncountable orgy. There was a snowy Weasel - fully clothed, fuckyouverymuch - seemingly melting into the ground with a beautiful expression of agony on his face. Draco had thought briefly of making a giant snowman of himself - but the thought of anyone passing through the park seeing and admiring his form - perhaps even daring to touch! - had stopped that.
He really didn't need admirers dodging his every step and declaring their undying devotion.
Well, not the women or ugly ones anyway.
And now! For his piéce de rèsistance! Raising his wand, Draco began to magically gather the snow needed for a giant snow cock to stand proudly in the middle of it all.
Fourty meters ought to do.