A/N: This one was difficult, but also fun. Narcissa is always fun to write, and so is bitchy!Draco =P
Enjoy~
Word count: 392
Charlie was staring at the list Draco had presented him with just moments ago. The war was over, and Lucius, so relieved to have Draco alive and well, had – very, very reluctantly – caved to Draco's wish to marry Charlie. Thus wedding preparations had begun. Molly had been insufferable. Narcissa had been worse. Charlie hadn't believed anyone could be worse than his own mother, but Narcissa took the cake.
He did have to admit, though, that Narcissa was exceptionally good at organising everything. Over the past few days, she had burst into their room at the Manor at obscene hours of the morning, uncaring of their state of undress, and ordered them up. She dragged them along to meetings and debates and discussions that had been so brilliantly scheduled that there wasn't a single wasted minute. Of course, it also meant that both Charlie and Draco were exhausted.
"What's this?" Charlie asked, looking up at Draco with a bewildered expression on his face. Draco looked tired and irritable. He'd been bitchy and uncooperative all day, and Charlie didn't think his mood was going to dissipate unless their mothers let up.
Draco huffed and crossed his arms. "The contents of your future wardrobe." He snapped testily, not looking at Charlie.
"My wardrobe's fine as it is." Charlie protested indignantly.
"For Dragon Taming, maybe." Draco agreed sharply. "But not for socialising."
Charlie got a deer-in-the-headlights look. "Socialising?" He asked.
"Yes, Charlie." Draco snapped. "Ministry functions, fund raisers, parties, galas, balls, fetes. Weddings, birthdays, anniversaries, and funerals of people you've never met and don't give a flying fuck about."
Charlie sighed. "I guess this is the price I have to pay, huh?" He mused, scanning the list again. "Ah well, it's worth it." He said casually, and saw Draco flush out of the corner of his eye. As he read the list again, he frowned. "…What's the difference between a cape and a cloak?" He asked, indicating where both were scrawled on the parchment in Narcissa's neat, loopy handwriting.
"Cloaks are practical, have hoods and typically reach the ground." Draco said, sounding bored, but amused at Charlie's ignorance. "Capes are decorative, never have hoods, and never touch the ground." Charlie pulled a face, but didn't complain. Draco certainly seemed to enjoy Charlie's discomfort, and for that, Charlie decided that he'd put up with the stupid list.