Written For:

- Speed Drabble: (pairing) Draco/Astoria, (word) Diamonds, (dialogue) "Why do you always do that?"

- September Event: (word) Drama, (dialogue) "Can you please pretend that you have a life for just one moment?"

Pairing: Draco/Astoria

Word Count: 366

She's Killing Me

Draco looked up from his newspaper as his wife strolled into the dining room, her heels clicking loudly on the wooden floor. He resisted the urge to groan inwardly - he always asked Astoria politely to remove her stilettos at the door, as her sharp heels usually left marks on the expensive floor. "Why do you always do that?" he sighed, folding his newspaper up and placing it carefully on the cushion beside him. "I have spent thousands of Galleons making sure that this manor fits your impeccable standards, and you just come in and make a mess."

Astoria rolled her eyes expressively and stood in front of the mirror. She plucked the two diamonds from her ears and placed them on the mantle, instead of in the jewellery box upstairs. Draco groaned inwardly once again, knowing that just a misplaced sweep of Astoria's hand would throw the earrings onto the floor, resulting in one of them probably getting lost. They were just another unnecessarily expensive gift that Draco had bought her, and Astoria took advantage of.

"Can you please pretend that you have a life for just one moment?" Astoria snapped, glaring at Draco through the reflection of the mirror. "Every day is another drama, you always start something when I have just walked in from work."

"Well, I don't—"

"—No," Astoria interrupted, turning to face Draco. "My heels make the tiniest marks which can be lifted easily with magic, and I have never lost my earrings when I've put them on the mantle. You just overreact!"

"I like to keep the place looking tidy." Draco spoke thinly, through pursed lips. He hated it when Astoria spoke back to him. He had grown up with a mother who remained very reserved, never speaking up to his father.

"We have a whole flock of House Elves. You're pathetic." With a swish of her long brown hair, Astoria left the dining room, most likely to vacate to her office, where she wouldn't return until dinner time.

Draco shook his head and picked his newspaper back up. Regardless of how much Astoria irritated him, and he annoyed her, he knew that they loved each other.