Sometimes, Iggy hated his elder brother. Iggy was well aware of Parvati's nickname for him, he didn't mind it much other than the times when Parvati added 'sweet' before it. He had complained about her demasculanizing him but she usually then made impossibly pouty faces and Iggy found it hard to stay angry. His only saving grace was that in the same breath, his brother's wife often forced his brother to coo or cuddle her. Iggy always had a smug smile at those times.
"Honestly, Draco." Iggy sighed, flicking some beer at him childishly. "You're such a git."
Iggy's forehead creased as he looked up toward the sun. While Draco's features were arrogant, Iggy's were similar but rounder and more stocky, giving him an open, kinder look. This had made people in his year underestimate him, but Iggy had proven the Malfoy in him and quickly squashed any threats to his dominance in Slytherin. (It had helped that Draco was also always swishing around, but Iggy preferred to pretend it was only on his own merit).
"Well, just that, you know. I'm at the age you were when you got married and well, I've decided to ask someone to be my wife." Iggy hadn't had a girlfriend in over a year. In fact he spent most of his time with their extended family and friends.