"Right." Iggy sighed, deflating. His eyes trailed over his bottle of beer on the grass and felt suddenly very far away from his brother. "And why would you want to avoid that?"
He suddenly felt very lost. There on one side was the bright shine of his future with Padma, who, like Iggy, knew what it was like when someone you loved met their soulmate and ceased to be a sibling first and foremost. On the other, was his harmonious relationship with his brother and his name.
"So what are you telling me? Are you saying I can't? Because if you got to marry for love, Draco, then I think it's unfair for you to expect otherwise from me. And on that note, I'd appreciate it if you'd stop calling Padma a copy. She is the eldest." Iggy was flushing now, angry.
What was with Draco? He was always so possessive. Ever since they were kids. He never wanted Iggy to share in anything, always forcing the younger brother to stare enviously at his toys and adventures and only occasionally deeming to allow him to take part. Iggy was tired of being the little one, of being the bachelor youth, he wanted what Draco and Parvati had, and more importantly, he wanted it with Padma. Draco, though having bore the brunt end of Lucius' temper, still had been the heir, the favourite. He had a purpose, a structure and a romance the type that storybooks wrote off. It wasn't fair. Iggy should get to have this one thing. His own precious little jem.