Name: Ribbons
Word Count: 445 words (without A/N)
Category: Drabble
Prompt: The Junk Drawer
The sun streams through the window as I get up and walk slowly into the bathroom. I walk over to the mirror and pick up my tortoise shell brush. This task is mundane and I could easily perform a spell or order one of the many house elves of the manor to do it, but I like doing it. By doing my hair I feel like I at least do something myself, because often all other things are done by others, a spell or house elves.
I run my brush through my silver blond locks repeatedly, then I style it. Half up, half down with a ribbon. I style my hair like this every day, but somehow there are always ribbons missing. I am about to walk over to my drawers when I hear footsteps, and then the old floor of the manor creaking. I listen again but there is silence, I gently press my ear against the door and catch the sound of draws opening, then closing. I wait in silence and then my curiosity finally gets the better of me. I put my hand on the cold metal of the door handle and twist it open. I look up and… it is to funny I burst into extreme fits of laughter.
I laugh and laugh, and laugh even more. Lucius is standing there just staring at me, with a ribbon in hand, one of my ribbons. He was stealing my ribbons to use on his hair. Come to think of it, I have always wondered where Lucius got his ribbons from but never gave it much thought, and now it all makes sense. He goes red at the realization of what he has been caught doing, I think this is the first-time Lucius has ever really been embarrassed about something.
I stare at him openly for another minute and then slowly begin to walk towards the hair ribbon box completely unsure how to act. I grab a hair ribbon, walk over to the mirror and do my hair, he stares openly at me and tries to copy. I reach over and tie his hair, while holding in my laughter. I look at him and say "Is this where all my missing hair ribbons go?" he looks away from me, then turns back smiling "Yes, I always got them from your junk drawer" and I smile and remember that is always what he called it when we first got married. The Junk Drawer.
We both look at each other and laugh, and I see just a little bit, the tiniest sparkle of his eyes of the Lucius I fell in love with.