"No, she will not have a smaller portion. If anything, give her a slightly bigger portion," he glowered, not a trace of amusement in Draco's face. The house elves huried away.
"Iggy's not actually on a diet," Draco sighed. "I was just making his life difficult, of course you have to jump on that bandwagon like a madwoman." The salad appetizers were swiftly brought to the table, and Draco violently stabbed a crouton with his fork in defiance of his brother and wife.
"Who would date this jackass anyways?" the blonde taunted, "He'd probably abandon his date for a baguette convention."