Divorce
"What the hell is this?" Draco demanded, slamming a bundle of parchment down on the table.
Ginny glanced up from her book and calmly surveyed her husband. "If you bothered to read the contents, you'd see that they're divorce papers."
"I know what they are," he growled. "What I want to know is what they were doing on my desk."
"Use that brain of yours, darling. I'm sure you'll figure it out."
He straightened his back, looking suddenly very unsettled. "You're not actually filing for a divorce, are you?"
"You say that as if the concept is unfathomable," she remarked dryly. "Of course I'm filing for a divorce. Maybe you can keep going on as we are, but I can't. I've had enough; I told you that weeks ago."
"I didn't think you were actually serious."
"Of course you didn't. How could anyone not love you, right?" she responded sarcastically.
"Ginny—"
"I've made up my mind, Draco," she interposed ruthlessly, placing her book down and standing up from her chair. "Now, if you don't mind, could you please sign the papers so I can take them to my lawyer and end this travesty of a marriage?"
Draco could see the determination in her face and realised that she was not going to budge. He clenched his hands into fists, his grey eyes smouldering with rage as he met her cool, insulting stare.
"No."
"What?" Ginny exclaimed, losing some of her calm.
"I'm not going to sign them," Draco retorted triumphantly.
"But you have to sign them!"
"No, I don't. I don't have to do anything."
Ginny stamped her foot. "You will sign them, Draco Malfoy, even if I have to hex you into doing so."
Draco folded his arms with a smug smile. "Just try it."
He watched his wife's face go a nasty shade of red, and his smile grew even more.
"I hate you," Ginny muttered in a voice trembling with rage.
"Hate me all you want, love – it still won't make me sign those papers."
"You—" Ginny fumbled for a word nasty enough to describe her feelings.
"Yes?" he asked politely.
"UGH!" Ginny screamed, and then stormed out of the room.
Draco smirked to himself as he watched the door slam behind her. He knew he'd win her over in the end.
Prompt 21: Divorce
Words: 387
A/N: Obviously, this is a prequel of sorts to 'Holiday'.