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Oh, how I hated his flesh-colored goatee. Well, it was more of a really, really light blond.
I couldn't help but look at it, my eyes fixated on his moving chin. He could have been saying the Queen was coming for dinner, but I could only notice how well his beard matched his skin.
"So what do you think?" he finished, my eyes moving up to look at the excitement in his grey orbs.
I put on my best poker face, hoping he didn't notice that I hadn't been listening. I trained my eyes to reveal nothing, although he knew me too well. I cleared my throat, turning my head to look out the window. "I'll have to think about it," I said, trying to put as much conviction in my voice as possible.
He frowned, his slight pout making me smile. "You weren't listening to a word I said, were you?"
My eyes darted back and forth between the window and his mouth.
"If you had been paying attention, you would have agreed with me instantly."
"But I was paying attention," I said, eyeing the way his chin moved in time with his mouth.
"I just proposed a trip to Paris, and you have to think about it?" his tone was that of incredulity.
I tried not to appear too guilty. "You need to shave that thing off," I muttered, looking at it again. Hmm…when he pouted, it seemed to grow bigger.
"I am not going to shave," he said, looking slightly mad. "I just got it to grow."
My face twisted into a frown, not believing what he just said. He had been sporting the look for almost two weeks now, and the result had not been of a grand outcome. "Honey, no offense, but I'm not going out in public with you if you don't shave."
He gaped at me, hurt clearly written in his features. I tried to ignore the way his mouth twisted to the side, an obvious sign that he was indeed wounded by my comment. "Why not?"
"Because, my dear, it looks quite disgusting," I said calmly.
His eyes narrowed to slits at my words, his arms folding across his chest, his tell-tale sign that he was about to enter an argument. It was quite amusing, really, watching the way Draco reverted back to a child-like state when he was ready for a confrontation.
"Is that really what you think?" his tone was clipped, angry.
"Yes." I drew my mouth into a thin line, hoping the giggles that were occupying my throat would not burst through.
I rolled my eyes, expecting an outburst at any minute. None came though, which surprised me.
"I thought you liked it." His eyes searched mine and I felt my gaze soften.
"Draco, you look great." Without it, I thought.
"Then why do you want me to shave?"
"Um…you would look even better without it," I finished. I tried to sound as innocent as possible.
He walked over to me, grabbing me from the waist and crushing me to his chest. I molded to him, reveling on the warmth of his body.
"I guess I could shave," he whispered.
"Oh, if you want to." It was so easy to influence him.
I felt him shrug his shoulders. I thought it was funny, making him think that he had the last decision.
"C'mon, let's go buy you some shaving cream. You'll need it," I said, eyeing the damn thing for the last time.
A/N: Hey guys! So, what did you guys think? Good, bad, funny, not funny? Thanks to blueskyshymoon08 for her beta work.
So, I'm back from my three week absence (just like I promised). And for those waiting on Change Your Mind, I'm working on it. So, don't fret.
I felt like writing something really short. Sort of like a thing that I had to get out of my system. And yes, I got inspired by Spencer from The Hills. (I can't stand that show. Don't get offended if you actually like the show, it's all in good fun.)