The Good Looking People
A/N: This was written for Rowan's drabble challenge back when we were at the Shiny. While removing the old files today, I found it, and though of posting it, here.
The requirements were: -
D/G centric drabble.
-Length: 150 to 350 words. Not more, not less. NO EXCUSES. Fall out of range, and you will be disqualified! Let this be an exercise in discipline. u_u
-Genre: must be of a humorous undertone. (NO ANGST.) Time for you all to make me laugh- intentionally.
-MUST CONTAIN THE DIALOGUE LINE: "Draco Malfoy, where on earth did you learn that word?"
-Draco must be described as being yummy looking. You don't actually have to use the word "yummy". Just make him delicious looking and tell me all about it through your descriptions. :D
Nine year old Ginny Weasley looked around, eyes wide with awe as she observed all the fancily dressed witches and wizards attending the Ministry event. A tap on her shoulder made her turn around.
"Hello, pretty lady," a blond boy greeted her. "I'm Draco Malfoy."
Bowing down, he took her hand and kissed it on the back.
"Hello, Draco," Ginny replied, beaming. "I'm Ginny Weasley."
"You look pretty," Draco said, gesturing to the light blue dress she was wearing.
"Thank you," the redheaded girl replied, blushing.
"Can I snog you?" he asked, his expression serious and his tone business-like.
"Draco Malfoy, where on Earth did you learn that word!?" Ginny asked, her face contorted into a horrified expression. "My mother says we are not supposed to use that word."
"Blaise, my friend, taught me. I'm good looking, you're good looking. And good looking people snog each other. I know that for a fact."
"Well, I don't think so." And with a huff, the redhead whirled and walked away.
I look at Draco, my boyfriend of five years, and my heart fills with love. Sometimes, I feel scared that my heart is going to overflow with love. We're here, at yet another Ministry event. And I can't stop looking at him. He is looking downright edible in his charcoal grey silk shirt and black trousers. The black blazer emphasizes the broad frame that I am absolutely in love with. His soft blond hair falls around his face, and I stomp on the urge to walk over and run my fingers through it.
I am broken out of my reverie when I hear his deep baritone resound in the hall. I look up, curious.
"I would like to take this opportunity to ask Miss Weasley something. Ginny, I'm good looking, you're good looking. And I know for a fact that good looking people snog each other. I want to snog you all my life. Will you give me that pleasure by accepting to be my wife?"
And I can't help but smile through the tears in my eyes, and nod a yes.
A/N: I apologize if this wasn't good enough. I had to cut down a lot of this because of the word limit. Review, and let me know what you think.