Francis and Draco were messing around after lunch. It had become a playfight from what had started as some light pushing. Now Draco had Francis' hands behind her back and was yawning theatrically with his free hand as she struggled to get out of his grip. She trod on his toes and kicked his shins with her heels but he was unrelenting. He began poking her in the ribs making her scream with laughter. He tickled her until she became weak with laughing and slid listlessly to the floor. He sat down besides her smiling his perfected evil grin.
"It's not a fair fight anymore." She panted.
"It never was." He rolled his eyes.
She nudged him with her shoulder and he put his fingers on her neck so that she cringed her head sidewards, his long fingers wiggling and she ended up lying on the floor to get away from him.
"So I heard that my brother has proposed." He said as she caught her breath.
"What? Oh yeah, he was being silly." She wiped the tears from her eyes, "Who told you?"
"He did."
"Oh."
"You go around asking lonely boys if they'll marry you." Draco stared down at her with steely eyes.
"He's not lonely and it was hypothetical." She huffed, rolling onto stomach, "I suppose he told you the whole conversational?"
"I assume so. You don't like how I treat Darlin. Very amusing."
"You don't sound amused."
"Why would it bother you that I don't like Darlin, much?"
"Because you don't respect her either."
"Because I don't like her."
"That doesn't mean you shouldn't respect her. I don't think she likes you much, but you've entered a partnership together. She's still your equal." She pushed herself up into a sitting position.
Draco looked at her, a slight frown on his face.
"I just don't want to see you become trapped both you into being miserable." She sighed.
"I see."
"If she is your future wife. I assume she is, then you should treat her like that."
"You need not be concerned. I'll check my attitude." He told her.
She frowned and then put her forehead against his, like they used to when they had been children, trying to send telepathic messages to each other. She felt now she needed to express herself out loud, that it wasn't enough. "I just want you to be content. Okay?"
He lightly head-butted her, "Okay."
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Doe (#Wattys2016)
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