A little drabble that got in my head when I was in the hotel. 253 words, apparently. Straight from the hotel notepaper and hardly changed at all.
Nature vs. Nurture
"This is all your fault."
"He's your son."
"Oh, like you had nothing to do with his birth."
"Less than you have," he said, icily. The woman stared at him in disbelief for a few seconds, then shook her head and stood with her hands on her hips. She shook her head.
"Right. Your million sperm cells didn't enter my body during sex (which you had wanted, may I add) and infiltrate my fertile womb," she rolled her eyes. "You're more to blame here, buddy."
"You're just like your bloody sister!" he roared. She rolled her eyes again.
"You say that like it's a bad thing." Then she smirked. "Come along, darling."
"I don't know why I married you, Summers," he muttered, glaring at her. She shot him another smirk over her shoulder.
"Because I'm irresistible. And that's Malfoy to you, punk."
Draco rolled his eyes, sighing. He looked heavenward and implored accusingly. "Why? What did I ever do to deserve this?"
"Ooooh, are you sure you wanna get into that? The list's pretty long, we could be here all day."
He growled and stalked over towards his wife. "You're impossible."
"I know," she grinned. "But you love me for it. Now, lets rescue our son from whatever trouble he's in with James."
"He has good taste," Draco smirked proudly. "Malfoy through and through."
"Just 'cos he hates James, Drakey, doesn't mean that he adores his uncle Harry less."
"Will you desist in calling me that infernal name? And don't bloody remind me."