Author's Note: I really suck at drabbles. No time like the present to try, eh? JK Rowling owns Draco and whoever the other person is - you all know who I think he is, but eh. Reviews rock. Hard. Seriously.
"Draco, honey, what's wrong?"
Sob. "Oh, it's horrible!"
"What happened?"
"No, it's abominable! I cannot bear to tell you."
Roll. "Stop being such a drama queen."
"Don't insult me in my weakened state! It's cruel and unfair." Sniff.
"Oh, just tell me!"
"Not if you're going to get so iffy about it!"
"Sorry!"
Small voice. "Okay, I was strolling innocently along a hall..."
Snort. "Ow! Sorry! But you're never innocent."
Grin. "True. Anyway, this shrimp Hufflepuff came up to me and asked- asked-"
"What?"
"He asked me if my hair was dyed!" Wail.
Silence.
"You git."
"Well, it was a tragedy to me!"