More often than not, Iggy HAD in fact been the tattletale. But he had grown quite apt at finding curtains, furniture or his mother's form to hide behind. This time however, Iggy made a face back at his brother as he was intensely glared at.
"Well, of course it occured to me, but in all fairness - I liked Padma when we were kids, so technically, YOU married a copy of my first crush." There had been that one time that Iggy had done something to anger Draco, to which the elder had ominously given him a five minute headstart. Confused and only five years old, Iggy had run to the fireplace and flooed to the only house he remembered the name off (Since the Patils had had a gala the weekend before). There he had followed around the Patil sisters for the entire afternoon until their parents had discovered him.
"And they are quite genuine. She's not exactly like Parvati, you yourself must know that. She's very clever and bookish and she has theories on just about everything - it's really marvelous. Oh, and she's wildly stubborn which is really a turn on. And well, we've already married into their family, it unifies things much more, wouldn't you think?"