Word Count: 179
Theme: Moving
"I can't believe we're finally doing this,"
"Finally," Draco said, levitating a tasteful red suitcase into his bedroom. "I can't count the number of times I've searched for a robe only to realize I'd left it at your place."
He smirked, "Or how often I open my underwear drawer to find your freshly laundered knickers."
Ginny flushed a deep red that clashed with her hair. "Or how many times I've had to get to work without them after your house elves nicked them."
With a final flick of her wand, the last of her suitcases settled themselves on the floor.
"Now I won't have to put up with your abysmal lack of hair care products," he opened the door to his closet, waving her in.
She raised a brow in his trademark Malfoy look. His closet, while larger than her whole apartment, was filled to the brim. "You sure there's enough room in here for mine?"
"Woman," he gave her a cool look, wand in hand, arms crossed, and leaning against the doorway. "That is what magic is for."