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A/N: Another failed attempt at Dramione humour. XD (Try to) Enjoy. :3
"Go away," he says harshly to the house elf, his silver eyes glittering with malice.
"Did you just act rudely to that poor house elf?" a deadly whisper was heard from behind him.
He turns around quickly, with messy white-blonde hair falling to cover his terrified grey eyes.
"S-Sw-Sweetie! You're home from work early!" he exclaims, trying to avoid the death glare she was sending him.
"Yes I am. Now, WHY WERE YOU BEING SO MEAN TO THAT POOR HOUSE ELF?" she screams, the fire melting her chocolate eyes.
"I-I c-can—"
"WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE TREATED LIKE THAT? HUH?"
"N-No I—"
"EXACTLY! IS THIS HOW YOU ACT WHEN I GO TO WORK? DO YOU PRETEND AROUND ME? DID I FALL IN LOVE W-WITH S-S-SOMEONE F-FAKE..." she trails of, liquid diamonds falling down her flushed cherry cheeks.
He stares in horror and confusion at making her cry. His argentate eyes shine with regret and he wraps his arms around her.
"I'm sorry, baby. Please don't cry..." he trails off as her nearly uncontrollable sobs suddenly stop out of nowhere.
"R-Really?" she asks, a smile on her face that showed off her pearl teeth.
"Yes, really. Am I forgiven?" he asks, flashing a timid smile of ivory teeth back at her.
"Of course, sweetheart," she says, moving some unruly copper hair from her face.
"I love you," he whispers in her ear.
"I love you, too," she whispers back, naturally.
"One question," he returns to his full height and puts at least half a foot of distance between them, trying to brace his pale body for her wrath.
"Ask away," she says with confusion at his lack of closeness.
"Are you on your period?" his cautious tone of voice has a tint of curiosity in it and silvers eyes are now looking for any possible escape routes out of the living room.
"Yes, yes I am, Draco. So, if I were you, I would SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET ME MY MIDOL!" she screams, her mood swing enough to scare most men into oblivion.
He runs to get her some Midol, fearing if he didn't, he would lose his life. Or worse—his hair.
Somewhere in the house, a house elf laughs.
Touch it...
Feel it...
Satisfy it...
Oh yeah...
Juss a bit more lower...
Push it...
Yeahhhh...
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