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VII: Pain


"Ouch!"

At the outburst, Ginny flipped a page from the Sunday edition of the Daily Prophet and didn't look up. "What is it this time?"

Draco spared her a glance before examining the miniscule slice on his pointer finger. "It appears that I have been wounded by your little plant." He gave said little plant a quelling glare, to which the Whomping Sprout (as was listed on the helpful little square of paper sticking out of the soil) waved its twiggy branches menacingly.

"Leave Wallace alone," Ginny told him offhandedly. "This must be a mistype," she muttered, squinting at the paper as she frowned to herself. "There's no way that the Cannons actually won. Ron'd have a field day."

"Wallace?" Draco repeated incredulously, looking up from his scrutiny of the cut. "Why in the world did you name that weed?"

"Because Wallace is a valued member of this family," she told him stoutly, head still buried in the Sports section.

"I don't know where to start with the inaccuracies in that statement," Draco said incredulously. "First off, the weed shouldn't be named 'Wallace.' Second off, it's certainly not 'valued.' And third off, we're not a fam—dear Salazar!" he exclaimed, interrupting himself when a stray glance at his finger proved the worse.

"Quick, grab the floo powder, Ginevra!" he instructed, striding to the front of their apartment to search for his boots.

"Draco," Ginny called. Instead of rushing around in desperation, she reached for her mug of tea instead.

"Don't you realize this is a matter of life or death?" came the irate yell.

"I don't really consider a drop of blood to be a matter of life or death."

"'A drop of blood?'" Draco repeated as he stomped back into the room, boots successfully put on. "I don't think you realize the gravity of the situation. I could die, Ginevra. I could bleed out from this seemingly-insignificant cut and die. How would you feel about going to St. Mungo's then, hmm?"

"Draco, really." Ginny folded her paper, meticulously lining up the corners and taking as much time as possible in doing so. "This is getting ridiculous."

She snagged her wand as she walked by and grabbed his finger. He gave a half-hearted whimper of pain as she examined the drop of blood and then said, "Episkey."

"Oh," he said. "I could have thought of that."

Ginny rolled her eyes.


Total words: 400.


A/N: Hey there! I'm obviously a little far behind, but hopefully I'll be able to update soon. I'm really, really busy right now, so I'm sad to say that review replies are going to be cut down to ones that specifically answer a reviewer's question or confusion about a particular drabble. I'm so sorry! This really disappoints me, but it is incredibly difficult to do review replies for all the lovely reviews I receive.

After this drabble contest is over, though, there might be something in it for those reviewers who did their best to review every drabble. ;)

Thank you!

Roma

P.S. Eh, this one is sort of weird. I was sneezing a bunch when I wrote it. (Stop talking about me!)