Pink
By Effervescent Shine
Disclaimer: They belong to JK and not me…
A/N: Hm, not much to be said on this one, no warnings. It's short, and it's fluffy. Enjoy!
"Pink. Pink, pink, pink," muttered Lucius Malfoy. The pink that he was referring to was his mansion. His entire mansion. Yes, it was pink. The general pinkness was courtesy of his wife, Narcissa Malfoy, who had been on a pink kick lately. And the one thing the entire Malfoy household knew as a general rule, was that when Narcissa Malfoy kicks on something, she really goes all out on it.
And that would be the reason why Lucius was stalking through his hallways, muttering angrily to himself. Because Narcissa had decided that she liked pink. So, the carpet was pink. And the wall paper covering the many Malfoy walls was flowery and pink. And the bows that Narcissa had managed to affix to any (and every) possible surface were pink.
Lucius Malfoy hated the color pink.
He muttered to himself again, and then pointed his wand at one of the big, pink armchairs nestled in a corner, spitefully making it disappear.
As he continued down the corridor, something near the floor caught his eye. It was a small, rosy wisp of cloud. Lucius became indignant – if the Mansion was going to be shrouded in fog, it should be the dark, scary kind, not that girly fluffy stuff! – and he headed off in search of his wife.
He found Narcissa in the kitchen, turning all of the food in sight a horrible shade of magenta, much to the dismay of the House Elves.
"Narcissa!" He roared, "Stop that right now! I will no longer have my household tainted with any more of your nonsense!"
She looked at him, eyebrows raised, clearly surprised at his sudden outburst. Lucius braced himself for an argument, for his wife was every bit as strong-willed and stubborn as he was.
But Narcissa merely smiled at him. She turned to leave the room, pausing to kiss him on the cheek and softly say, "You should just learn to humor my girly whims," before she left the room without a fight.
Well. That went over better than expected, Lucius thought to himself. He shrugged at the House Elves, who were looking at him astonishedly. He turned to leave the room when suddenly he noticed something, whirled back around, and stomped his foot almost childishly.
"Narcissa!" he yelled in the direction his wife had gone.
Lucius Malfoy had a good reason to be angry. His robes were bright pink.