two: agitated

adj.

excited; disturbed.

She shakes her foot when she gets angry. It didn't take him too long to notice that.

He could remember watching her from across the Great Hall at the Slytherin table. She would be visibly agitated by her brother, and so she'd shake her foot under the table, controlling her anger as best she could rather than let loose with the Weasley temper.

And so when he entered their flat to be greeted by a Ginny Weasley whose arms were crossed over her chest and her foot tapping wildly against the hardwood floors, he knew he was in trouble. He didn't know what he could have possibly done when he had been at work all day, but he knew he had done something.

Draco braced himself. "All right, Gin?"

"Does everything look all right, Malfoy?"

He winced at her use of his surname and took a glance around their home. Everything appeared normal enough – the room was tidy, he had made sure to cast cleaning charms before he left that morning, the Christmas tree was set up in the far corner of the room, the fireplace looked… oh, damn.

He was supposed to take down the bloody Christmas tree.

Ginny's foot began tapping more rapidly as she realised he'd figured out what was wrong. "I thought you were going to do that last week," she pressed as she took several steps in his direction. "I thought you were going to take it down on Sunday. Or before you went to work today. Hmmm, Draco?"

"All right!" he shouted. "I'll take down the damned Christmas tree!"

"I've already heard that story," she spat. "And yet, there is still a bloody tree in the corner of my sitting room!"

"Well, I haven't really had time!"

"Oh, but you have plenty of time to go out drinking with Blaise, don't you? And you have had time to organise Theo's bloody stag night, but you can't possible take thirty minutes to make your girlfriend happy?"

A slow smirk crossed his lips as he walked towards Ginny. His eyes were gleaming with wicked intent. When he was mere inches from her frustrated form, Draco ran his hands over her neck, across her shoulders, and down her arms, moving with tantalising slowness and precision. He felt her flinch as his hands gently massaged the tense muscles of her neck and shoulders.

Ginny looked up, her resolve broken by her boyfriend's ministrations. "Is this your attempt at making me happy?" she asked, her voice much more relaxed than it had been.

"It is," he whispered, his lips grazing her outer ear. He bent down slightly to kiss the side of her neck and her throat, ending with a lingering kiss on her lips. Draco pulled back less than an inch. "Is it working?"

She looked at him for another minute, her eyes narrowed and her jaw set in a firm line as she studied his pompous expression. When she was satisfied, Ginny pressed her lips against his, kissing him fiercely and making her mark on him over and again.

After pulling back, she smirked. "I'm very happy," she said, walking towards the bedroom. "But you're still taking down the damn tree when we're finished."

He wasted no time in following her down the hall, planning to take his time so that maybe, just maybe she'd forget about the tree for one more day.