A/N: I was looking through my old files, and I found some old fanfics/drabbles, most of which I'll probably post. I wrote this one back on January 12th, 2012 based on a prompt on the hpfanfictionprompts tumblr.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, nor am I making any profit on this fanfic, etc etc.


Prompt 001. Your otp has an argument over something silly.

It had started off as a man visiting his girlfriend to try to apologize for whatever he had did wrong — he honestly didn't know — but it had somehow escalated into a full blown shouting match. Hermione Granger was currently in the midst of throwing objects aimed skillfully at his head, all the while, screaming shrilly.

"I cannot believe you, Malfoy! I cannot believe you had the audacity to show your face after — after everything!"

Draco Malfoy sidestepped a paperweight that hit the wall exactly where his head had been moments ago.

"Woman, you could have seriously injur—" he cut off as he ducked from a picture frame that exploded in shards of glass against the door frame, the occupants of the picture holding each other tightly in fear.

"Get out, Malfoy! Get the hell out of my office!"

"Granger, stop it," he tried to walk towards her before he had to jump out of the way from a heavy book that clipped him slightly in the shoulder. He cursed in pain.

"Fuck, Granger. Merlin, I don't bloody understand," he dodged another book, "what the fuck you're so mad about." That was, apparently, the wrong thing to say as Hermione just shrieked louder.

"How can you not, you bloody prat? This is all your fault!"

"What is, Granger? You still haven't told me why you're so angry!"

Hermione glared at him icily. "My cat, Malfoy, my bloody cat! You put him out in the rain! And now he's sick!"

For a second, Draco just watched as Hermione caught her breath. She opened her mouth to start again with her shrill screaming when Draco burst out laughing. That was why she was mad? He had thought it was much worse; there were rumors going around that he was cheating on her — though Draco would never do such a thing — and Draco was scared that she finally believed them, that she would finally leave him.

She stared at him in disbelief. "It's not funny, Malfoy. He is my cat and you have to respect him — Stop laughing!"

Draco was bent over, clutching his side. After a few minutes, he stood and looked at Hermione silently, who was glaring at him, arms tightly wound together at her chest.

Draco cautiously moved closer to her, reaching out and pulling at her crossed arms gently. "You destroyed your office, caused a huge scene, and physically and emotionally abused your boyfriend because of your cat. Your cat, Granger."

At that moment, Hermione finally surveyed the damage in her office. Shards of shattered ink bottles decorated the floor, their contents splattered on the carpet and walls; single pages lying feet away from their original books; pictures scattered near their frames and broken glass; quills ruffled and bent out of shape. Hermione shook her head slowly and let a small smile grace her lips. She couldn't believe she made such a big deal out of such a silly thing.

"Sorry, love."

Draco stood there for a moment in disbelief before leaning over and placing a small kiss on her lips. "You're lucky I love you, Granger," he growled softly in her ear as he stepped closer to her.