"Yeah!" Iggy scowled, cheeks hot with anger, "Tons of times and all by you, you sadist! I have perfect vision because I know how to evade you. Ass." He added the last insult with a huff, feeling very much the victim.
Iggy eyed his brother with some grim satisfaction. He knew Lucius was a sore spot for Draco, and he earnestly didn't think the elder Malfoy was anything like their father (well, except in height that damn bugger). Yet that didn't stop him from wielding the comparison like a weapon when he felt it was necessary.
...But then came the regret. Iggy sighed. "I didn't mean it like that, you know. You'll be an alright Dad, you'll be forced into it - any child of Parvati's will giggle and twist you about their little finger. Besides, if you were Father, you know I'd have been Crucioed in a heartbeat." He wasn't joking.
"Well-" Iggy also mirrored Draco's stance, rubbing his own neck, "Well, the thing is you have to promise not to freak out. Or poke me-" He glared at his older brother. "She's really no one you would guess, I don't think. She's a little older than me."