"—I thought he was bad enough at school! He's even worse now! Rude, insensitive, can't even wash his own dishes himself—"
"Is that what you want?" drawled her blond, indignant husband scathingly. "Some sort of puppy catering to your every need? Blaise, mate, you have no idea how difficult it is living with this woman. She's temperamental and childish—and goodness, her mother—"
"Don't you dare, Draco Malfoy!" growled Ginny fiercely. "Don't you dare insult my family!" She turned vehemently to their bemused spectator. "See, Blaise? What I have to deal with?"
Blaise simply stared at the heated couple silently. Draco and Ginny glared at him expectantly; he was like their unofficial marriage counsellor, for Merlin's sakes! He was supposed to say something!
"You know," said Blaise finally, "one of these days you two are going to kill each other."
"You never come to the kitchen," Ginny told Draco, "I have full access to the knives!"
Blaise's black eyes were speculative, a suggestion of a smirk lingering about his lips. "I have a thought," he said slowly. "See, you two...you have major problems. You realize that?"
Draco snorted at his wife. "Yeah, well, she's got the mental problem!"
"That's not what I mean," interrupted Blaise patiently. "Have you ever considered...a break? Sort things out, and if that doesn't work...divorce?"
Draco and Ginny stared at him in surprise. A divorce?
It was Ginny who broke the silence with a loud snort. She glanced at her watch. "You know, Draco, it's kind of late."
"Don't worry, love, the restaurant doesn't close for another five hours," replied Draco. "But we should get going."
The couple rose, gave Blaise a look of mild concern.
"Thanks, Blaise," said Ginny kindly before she sailed out of his room. "You tried to help..."
Draco simply rolled his eyes at his friend before leaving. Blaise could hear them saying as they left, "Divorce? Us? Ridiculous."
They didn't see Blaise's smug grin as he leant back in his chair, satisfied.
"People in love are so gullible," he murmured to himself, grinning. "All it takes is a little emotional manipulation."
A/N: I kind of despise this one. *waves hand dismissively*
Lia: I finally tried managing my dialog attributive problem - unfortunately, I remembered to do this only after I'd finished writing, so it's STILL messy. I'll get better, though. ^_^