A/N: This one was not for a challenge, but rather something to (I hope) inspire my muse to think about a fic I'm writing for an exchange.

Whether it worked or not, it was a lot of fun to write. Thanks go to Soundless Lullaby and . for making me do it. :)

On Arguing Before Breakfast

"Augh!" Ginny's shriek broke the peaceful serenity of the posh penthouse flat. "Draco Lucius Malfoy, I swear!"

"Swear what, love?" drawled her husband, his voice coming from his closet. Ginny stalked into the walnut-paneled room to find the tall blond man dressed in nothing but a pair of dark-washed denims. He held up two shirts.

"The black one," she responded automatically. He nodded and gracefully slipped the shirt from the hanger and shrugged it on. He fidgeted with the buttons at his wrist for a moment before expectantly bringing his mischievous eyes to hers.

"I swear if you leave your towel on the floor one more time, I'm going to teach you where bat bogeys come from, and it won't be pretty," she hissed. With something that almost resembled aim, she threw the offending cloth in his face and stalked off to the kitchen before she could change her mind about being angry. It was hard to be furious with a man who had such a beautifully toned chest.

Draco followed her down the corridor and into the kitchen. Ginny reached into the cupboard for a box of cereal, slamming the door with a satisfying bang before glancing at her husband, who was standing, eyebrows raised and towel in hand, in the doorway.

"Buttoning your shirt no longer a priority, darling?" she said, sarcastically flinging the words at him as she hunted for a bowl.

"Not when my wife is throwing things at me," he replied, his voice low.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "I've told you a million times to just hang up your silly towel. It's not like—"

"So now you think that you can tell me what to do?" he inquired, idly raising an eyebrow.

"You-you-!" she spluttered, barely managing to pour a bowl of cereal without dashing the marshmallow bits into his brain. She set the box down carefully and took a deep breath. "I'm not trying to tell you what to do. I'm trying to live with you."

Draco opened the door to the refrigerator and pulled out a carton. "Looking for this?" he drawled as she turned toward him.

"Give me the milk, Draco," she spat.

He smirked and cocked an eyebrow. "Telling me what to do again? I think not." He stepped toward her, holding the milk behind his back with one hand.

Furious, Ginny flung open a drawer and pulled out a spoon. She brandished it fiercely and mimicked his expression, arching an eyebrow with so much determination that the malice was lost. "I'll just eat it dry, then," she announced.

Draco laughed—actually laughed. Ginny felt like stamping her foot. On top of his. She wondered if he'd be laughing then.

He set the milk down on the counter beside him and caught her by the shoulders before she could make an exit.

"I hardly think you need to eat it dry, love," he said coolly, the laughter gone from everything but his eyes as he carefully straightened the collar of her blouse.

Ginny bit her lip. "I'm just tired of picking up your damn towels," she said quietly.

"You know, if we accepted the House Elf from—"

Ginny's eyes flashed dangerously.

"—But we can talk about that later," Draco finished smoothly.

"But I said—"

Draco shook his head slowly and bent down, gently shutting her up. She didn't bother to fight; it was nearly impossible to stay furious with a man who offered such lovely apologies. He slipped a hand up to cup her cheek, guiding her closer as he sweetened the slow kiss.

He broke it off slowly and ran his fingers across Ginny's warm cheek. "How about we start over, hm? I'll go hang this stupid towel on the rack, and then we can go out and have a proper breakfast. What do you say?"

Ginny bit her lip and glanced longingly at the colorful cereal in her bowl. "Alright," she said.

Draco walked out of the room, holding the errant towel.

"Draco?" she called. "Make sure that you fold—"

"Finish that sentence and I might not be so kind, especially if I have to reign in that tongue of yours again," he called back, rather cattily.

Ginny rolled her eyes.

She'd get him back yet – there was plenty of time before lunch.

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