Rating: PG-13; cheating, v. mild cursing.
Disclaimer: Not. Mine. Okay. Sheesh. Rub it in, why don't you?
A/N: Based on my earlier manipulation.
Draco Malfoy was tired. Another long day at the ministry, working his arse off attempting to prove he didn’t have any devious thoughts about planning to be the next dark lord.
As if he’d want anything to do with that crazy maniac.
He ran a hand through his hair and stood up from his desk. A muttered incantation and his black work regulation robes were transfigured into a simple white shirt, black coat and newsprint trousers. Draco allowed a smirk to grace his lips. Ever since Ginevra Weasley had remarked upon his trousers, they’d become his favourite article of clothing.
The smirk fell away and he gritted his teeth. Potter. Ginevra Potter. Once again, Potter had snatched the prize away from him at the last moment.
Shaking his head, Draco marched out of his office to the nearest apparation point, intent only on getting back to the manor and a glass of pinot noir.
“Malfoy! Oy, Malfoy!”
Bloody brilliant. The icing on the cake really.
He turned around, “Yes, Ronald?”
The ‘Red Haired Wonder’ shot him a sloppy grin, “Just wanted to say good job on the Elderberry Project. Really nice spellwork, that.”
Draco grunted and apparated out of the ministry. Not caring at the moment that it was rude and Ronald Weasley would most likely report him for being a Dirty Bastard. Again.
The darkness of the front hall baffled him. He was sure he’d left a light on, knowing full well he’d be returning after dark. Uncaring, he walked blindly to his study, flicking his wand at the chandelier above the couch.
He was halfway to his desk when he heard the four whispered words. He turned so fast he nearly fell over.
Because after hearing those four words, he had no qualms about kissing Potter’s wife.
He cheated on me.