Anger
"Oh for Merlin's sake!"
The redhead was on the warpath, stomping through the Manor, looking for the offender who placed a criminal blue hand print on her immaculate wallpaper.
"Draco!" She shrieked, slamming open the door to the lounge, catching her husband and son looking unusually quiet, bonding over the evening Prophet.
He looked up, guilt in his eyes.
"Yes dear?"
It took her enormous willpower not to strangle him there and then.
"Care to tell me why our little Angel's hand print is currently on show in my parlour, when I specifically left you in charge of watching him for the afternoon?"
Draco gulped after he caught a murderous glint in her eye.
"What hand print darling? We've sat here reading all afternoon."
Ginny looked down at her son, who currently had a painted blue finger jammed up his nose.
"Really? So why does Scorpius look like he's been used as a paintbrush?"
Draco looked down, cursing himself for not cleaning up their son after he decided to splat the wall full of paint, seconds before he heard Ginny walk in the front door.
The blond decided it was best to remain silent, for any form of excuse would surely lead his wife to behead him.
He turned his attention back to the upside down newspaper.
"Well?"
"Surely it's fixed with a simply cleaning spell, Gin?"
Her face turned purple before she exploded.
"That's not the point Draco! You said you could mind Scorpius while I ran a few errands! I should of known not to trust you after last time! When I came home to find him dangling from the chandeliers!"
"I told you Gin, that was his first magic! He got up there all by himself!"
"He was 3 years old Draco, hardly ready for Hogwarts!"
Draco winced at the memory.
Suddenly Scorpius began howling, his face turning scarlet as he kicked his legs wildly.
"Oh my baby!" Ginny cried, rushing to the infant, who she instantly pulled from her husband's lap and coddled to her chest.
Smirking at the distraction, Draco slipped past his seething spouse, and made haste of ridding the evidence pitted against him. As the spell wiped all traces of 'Professor Puddle's Perfectly Poison-free Paint' from Ginny's wall, Draco noted to pretend the incident never happened, in the hopes Ginny thought she'd dreamt the whole thing up, which of course, was wishful thinking on Draco's part.
Prompt: Anger
Word Count: 400
A/N:I actually hate this one. This is my least favourite of all 10 drabbles I've popped out. Ahwell, 90 to go!