2. Broken
"Draco Malfoy, you are so infuriating!" Ginny snapped, annoyance dripping from her low voice. "Why can't you just be a normal person for once! You have to ruin something, don't you?"
Throwing her arms up in annoyance, Ginny stalked away from Draco, who didn't seem disturbed by the current situation, in fact, he had his trademark smirk across his thin face, which increased Ginny's current emotion vastly.
"I'm sure you'll be able to replace it, Ginevra. There's no need to overreact."
Ginny's eyes collided with Draco's metallic ones, outrage rendering her speechless for a split second.
"I . . . what . . . Draco!" Ginny stormed up to her boyfriend and poked him angrily in the chest. "You plonker! This music box is irreplaceable. I bought this from a Muggle shop a couple of years back in Romania! I . . . cannot believe you broke it!"
Ginny stared at the small pile of dust sitting innocently on the burgundy carpet with despondency. Draco, who had been drinking that night, was trying to siphon a drink spilt by himself off their table. However, he accidentally sent the spell elsewhere, making it ricochet off their mirror and collide into Ginny's antique, one of a kind, Muggle music box. The spell had been so off its mark, it had shattered the box into more than a million pieces. The box had, in fact, turned to dust.
"Listen, does it make it any better if I say I'm sorry?" Draco said, hopelessly trying to correct the situation. He couldn't help but let his sarcastic nature slip through his apology, sending Ginny into a rage.
She curled her hands into fists and made one of them collide with his nose. A loud crack was issued as pain shot through Draco's face and Ginny gasped in shock at how much punching someone could hurt.
Cradling her hand as it throbbed painfully, she then noticed her husband was also in pain. Crimson blood was pouring down his face as he held his nose.
"Bloody hell, woman!" He snapped. "My nose . . . you've broken it!"
Ginny immediately pulled Draco's hand away from his face and inspected the damage. Maybe I would have been better to do a Bat Bogey Hex instead, she thought with a nervous laugh.
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