Drarry One-Shots

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Brushing his hair irritably from his face, Draco scowled. He noticed that a few too many of his hairs were going gray, and he despised it with every part of himself. "Malfoys don't go gray!"

"Draco, you're hair is basically white, no one is going to notice a few gray streaks."

"Says the one who hasn't aged a day past twenty-three!" Draco shot back, glaring at his life-long friend.

It was true- Pansy's hair was still the same sheek black color, and though her skin wasn't as smooth as it used to be, she still shone with the aura of youth and beauty. She had grown it to her shoulders, still straight as a board and falling into perfect uniform as usual. "It's a woman thing. Besides, you don't look a day over twenty-five, either. You just look tired."

"I'll take graying hair over looking like a druggie," Draco grumbled, glaring at his reflection.

"Darling, honestly, you look as stunning as you did in the gala of 2010- and that was a good year for you!"

Pansy whistled and Draco couldn't help but laugh, finding that the strange girl could always cheer him up in one way or another. He had to admit, pureblood bloodlines always aged well- Even at the ripe age of 39, he had to admit he did look like he was still in his early thirties, late twenties. He still hated it though- he didn't have is old charm. He used to be able to drag any poor old chap into a room and reduce him to a puddle in minutes by just growling in their ear. Now he doubted he could get someone at all, yet alone the dashing men that would attend charity balls, flaunting their money like a stripper showing her friends just how much they were tipped, boasting beauty and skill.

"At least you can still get one-night stands," Draco huffed, rubbing some cream under his eyes. Sadly, it didn't seem to do much.

"I'm married you imbecile," Pansy huffed, pinching his side and adjusting his collar. "Besides, you could get anyone you wanted, honestly. You're still dashing as ever."

"Well thanks Pans," he sighed, fixing his tie before turning his pained smile onto her. "Now let's go listen to hideous old men talk for three hours and sip sour champagne, shall we?"

Letting out an undignified snort, Pansy accepted his arm and together apparated into the room. Immediately, the sound of voices, laughter and glasses clinking overwhelmed him and he rolled his eyes. "We should find our table- it's starting in a few minutes."

She nodded, and Draco found himself grinning when they had their seat up front. Honorable guests had their table near the front of the room. He smirked to myself, nudging Pansy who also hummed, sounding and looking amused. "Marvelous. I told you we were still relevant darling! Old man Kilread would never forget us," Pansy scoffed, looking smug.

They finally found their table and sat down, forming an amusing conversation about the way the younger people dressed- it was so loud and brash, and poking fun of them seemed to be the most amusing thing that would happen. All the older folks seemed to agree, also sending sideways glances at the loudly dressed younger politicians and businessmen. A few other people joined their table but neither of them so much as spare them a glance.

"Honestly, are they trying to look like respected businessmen or prostitutes?" Draco scoffed, scowling. "There's absolutely no reason for business trousers to fit like bloody tights."

Pansy snorted. "Honestly, if the women wanted them to focus on the deals they wouldn't wear their skirts so scandalously short to a business event! I'm always down for a short skirt- dangerously short, even, but not to an event!"

"Honestly. People have no decently," Draco sighed, shaking his head. "I have half a mind to put up a proper attire class at Hogwarts."

"As if McGonagall would tolerate your sarcastic arse of an attitude."