seriouslysnape's Harry Potter Book of One-Shots

Minor Mishaps (Draco Malfoy)

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"You're being silly. It wasn't even that bad."

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"It's not funny." Draco tried to sneer, but it came out more of an embarrassed whine.

The tight press of your lips created an amused expression that couldn't have been wiped off of your face even if you tried. Entertainment and joviality danced in the irises of your eyes, bringing out the stunning color even more than usual. While Draco's back was facing you and he couldn't actually see your face, he could hear your fruitless attempts to stifle your giggles and snickers.

"Dray, it's really not that big of a deal," You choked down another laugh, "It happens."

Draco grumbled something to himself, and while you couldn't quite make out his incoherent words, you had a pretty good idea as to what he had said. Draco was sitting on the edge of his four-poster bed, his forearms resting against the tops of his thighs with his head lowered past his shoulders. This was a signature Draco Malfoy position that you didn't really get to see very often, but one you were able to always immediately identify.

He was pouting.

It hadn't been a lie. It really wasn't any major event that would forever alter Draco's life. If anything, it'd be nothing more than a laughable memory by the end of the week. However, your beloved boyfriend had the tendency to be rather....dramatic. He was proud of his name and his reputation. Any and all attempted blows to his pride; he took them personally.

In Draco's defense, you did understand why he felt so ashamed about this whole thing. It had been a rather boisterous scene, and one that you had actually witnessed yourself. It wasn't often that you were granted the opportunity to attend Quidditch practice, so today had been a special occasion. Draco had offered to you this morning to come by the afternoon's Quidditch practice to spectate the Slytherins. It had been a beautiful day, one that hadn't been too warm or too cool. The sun was shining and the sky had been blue and clear.

The grass was green and cushiony underneath you and Pansy, both of your heads craned upwards towards the players on their brooms. Watching Quidditch had always been one of your favorite ways to spend your free time, and getting to watch Draco play was always an added bonus. He swore up and down that he performed better knowing that you were watching. Draco, per usual, played extremely well and it had been shaping up to be a great practice for the team. However, Draco had a tendency to get a little risky when he was feeling confident. When things were going well, Draco never saw the harm in trying to one up himself. That philosophy was always doubled when you were added into the equation, because impressing you was Draco's favorite hobby.

And this practice of his was where things went wrong.

You still weren't exactly sure what he had tried to do. It wasn't any Quidditch move that you had ever seen. It was definitely some sort of move that Draco had tried to come up with on the fly, and one that had NOT turned out according to plan. Draco managed to fall off of his broom, just barely catching the handle at the last moment to save himself from plummeting to the ground below. Even from all the way at the bottom of the practice field and on the ground, you saw what happened in the process of him nearly pancaking himself.

"Draco," You addressed in your sweetest tone, approaching him on the other side of the bed once you were sure you weren't going to laugh at him, "You're being silly. It wasn't even that bad."

"You didn't rip your trousers in front of everybody. Of course it wasn't that bad to you." Draco hissed, his blonde brows furrowing in irritation..

Draco had split his pants straight down the middle at some point during his struggle to get back onto the broom. His teammates had laughed at him. And yes, even you had a little chuckle at his expense. You were pretty certain that was the part that bothered him most. While it had been a laughable moment, you knew that this wasn't going to affect him by the time tomorrow rolled around.

Draco's mattress was plush underneath you when you sat down, and Draco's eyes didn't even flicker over to meet your gaze. Draco didn't handle embarrassment well, and he often had a difficult time admitting that he was feeling a little humiliated.

"Are you upset because they laughed at you?" You questioned, bringing a hand to his back and lazily dragging your nails across the material of his dark green Quidditch sweater.

His shoulders raised up and then sank back down as a halfway answer, but you knew to take that as a no. His jaw was clenched the way that it usually did when he was being stubborn, but even then you were still ever so enlivened with this whole situation.

"Is it because I laughed at you?" You went on, fairly sure that you had hit the nail on the head.

When Draco gave nothing more than a lack of words and a heavy sigh, then you knew that you were indeed correct. Your lips upturned into a grin, spreading into a full blown dazzling smile.

"Oh, Dray, you know that I didn't mean anything by it," You wrapped your arms around his slender frame, "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

Draco's pale cheeks flushed beet red at the remembrance of the event, and his entire body tensed all at once.

"It's a bloody shame that my own girlfriend mocked me in front of everyone." Draco scoffed, sitting up from his forward position and crossing his arms over his chest.

"I didn't mock you," You corrected, "Don't be like that."

"I made a complete wanker of myself. I'm completely justified in my behavior." Draco growled, clearly not in the mood to argue with you.

With dating Draco for several years, and just knowing him for even longer, you knew that he needed some time to himself. Draco was a sensitive guy (as much as he didn't like to admit it), and leaving him to his lonesome in the times when he was distressed was often best. Draco didn't get frustrated with you often, but it did happen from time to time. There was no sense in sticking around if he wasn't feeling responsive to you.

But you'd never leave him without a few words of admiration.

"If it's any consolation, I'm always proud of you." You praised kindly, leaning to leave a tender kiss on his cheek.

The feeling of your warm lips on his chilled skin sent a shiver down his back. Goosebumps erupted all over his body at the gesture, and suddenly his chest was relieved of the immense agitated pressure. Draco did know that he was having another one of his "Malfoy Meltdowns" (as others had so wittingly coined the phrase). He was being a bit much for such a menial situation, and he really had made a lot of progress with handling his pride. Such a small, yet loving action such as your lips on him was enough to remind him that he was being unreasonable. You really had such a sobering effect on him.

And at the end of the day, he really couldn't ever stay upset with you.

"Come here." Draco asked when you went to get up to walk away.

He brought you into his lap, his hands resting on your waist to keep you seated where he wanted you. Your own arms wrapped around his shoulders, a knowing smile plastered on your face.

"I love you," Draco purred, a charming smile appearing on his face, "Even when you do get a laugh at my expense."

"And I love you." You returned, pecking his lips before a devious smirk spread on your face to be accompanied by a snarky comment;

"Ripped trousers and all."