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_prettyparvati (_prettyparvati) wrote in veritaserum_rp,
@ 2012-08-03 23:54:00

Who: Draco and Iggy (Maybe Parvati)
When: Three months after Malfoy Marriage
What: AU. Iggy's been playing the part of the renegade son, this does not bode well for the Malfoys.

Draco and Parvati had been living in their newlywed bliss for the last few months. Iggy, likewise, had been in bliss: Alcohol induced, mostly. Oh, and women. He had travelled Europe for a year before his brother had gotten engaged, but had arrived back in the UK to help with the wedding and play the dutiful brother. The media frenzy over the nuptials however had pushed him into the spotlight as well, and with his brother out of the country and otherwise preoccupied, Iggy had indulged a little.

Well, a lot.

Never having had the responsibilities or the dignity of an heir, Iggy had finally allowed himself to showcase his spoiled, coddled upbringing by going on a half year bender. He partied. He smoked. He met witch after witch. He did ridiculous things.

Generally, the media scoffed at him as the errant youngest son. Of course he would be an n'er do well. And didn't Draco do his fair share of partying in the last few years? Perhaps never quite as wild, but still: It was about time he got to.

Two nights before he had been at a particularly posh hotel in wizarding London, when his date for the evening: An idiotic witch he had brought along only for fun had decided to drop her robes and jump into the decorative pool. The manager had come to speak to him, and drunk, Iggy had acted petulantly. As if it was HIS fault that witch was nutty! Loudly, in front of everyone, he had written a cheque and arrogantly announced that the manager was now fired as he was buying the hotel.

Laughing, he had then joined his date.

Honestly, the morning's tabloid had SO over exaggerated. He never skinny dipped. He jumped in with ALL clothes intact. ....Although she did pull of his blazer and tie at some point.

He hadn't mentioned the event to his brother, and so, nursing a hangover today had woken to his brother's eagle owl pecking him angrily. Iggy wasn't sure why, but the summoning felt an awful lot like being summoned to his father's study. This wasn't good.

Iggy made his way over the grounds to the Manor and walked right in without knocking. Somewhat belligerently he called out loudly, "I'm here for my telling off, Brother!"

Actually, he might be still a little drunk.

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_dm
2012-08-04 04:24 am UTC (link)

Draco was sitting in the dining hall alone with a copy of the Daily Prophet, his breakfast set out neatly on a silver tray. Two perfect sunny side up eggs and a slice of whole grain toast were nudged onto a white plate, and a black cup of coffee steamed clouds up to his left. He was had just showered after a good hour at the gym, and his arms were clean and strong underneath the sleeves of his t-shirt. His hair was damp and slicked casually away from his face, and he smelled faintly of cedar wood.

It was a stark contrast to the state of dishevelment his brother was in.

"What the hell did you do?" he demanded. His tone was forceful, but Draco didn't raise his voice. Years ago, Draco would have sputtered over his brother's embarrassing behaviour. He would have paced, and ranted on and on. Now, he only lowered his newspaper slightly so as to better stare down his younger sibling.

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_prettyparvati
2012-08-04 04:45 am UTC (link)

One of the house elves had pushed him into the dining hall with a pitying stare and Iggy had found his elder brother looking very regal indeed. He rolled his eyes, fairly certain Draco had staged this scene (untouched eggs!) to somehow impress upon him the indignity of his actions.

Oh well, because Iggy didn't really care at the moment.

If he had been fully in his senses, he would have felt highly embarrassed at his plebian state: His blonde hair was disheveled and falling into his eyes, his clothes; the rumpled dress pants and shirt from the night before, his eyes; bleary and tired.

They couldn't have been more different.

"What?" He began childishly, before thinking a bit better of it, "Bought a hotel. Why did you call me here?"

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_dm
2012-08-04 05:42 am UTC (link)

"Bought a hotel?" Draco leaned forward, picking up his toast and tearing off a piece before savagely dragging the bread through the runny, golden yolk. "You didn't buy a hotel, you bought your way out of dealing with a hotel manager like a grown man."

He briskly wiped his mouth with the linen napkin on his lap.

"Not only did you do that, you also couldn't keep a handle on your own guest. So you paid 100 million galleons out of someone else's actions," he continued while chewing, and gulping down scalding hot coffee with efficient gestures. "I bet you felt really big then, didn't you? Buying a hotel like it's nothing. No one thinks you bought it because you have so much money. Everyone thinks you bought it because you're an idiot. And you know what?" Draco paused, eying his brother up and down, "Right now I'm inclined to agree. I'm calling you here so that you'll explain the situation. What? Did you think this conversation wouldn't happen? You waited two days before I called you, what exactly did those 48 hours buy you? Because," he gestured at his brother's state, "I'm having trouble seeing it."

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_prettyparvati
2012-08-04 11:04 pm UTC (link)

As Draco berated him, a faint angry flush took to Iggy’s cheeks. If there was one thing he shared with his brother, is that both Malfoys, after years of being under their Father’s thumb, hated being dominated. Unfortunately for Ignatius, his brother was the new head of the family, and that was something he hadn’t yet been able to come to terms with.

“The manager was a real prick, you should have heard how he disrespected me. I’m a Malfoy and he thought he could get away with that?”

He flinched slightly as his brother talked with such force. The younger man felt quite vulnerable indeed, standing awkwardly in the dining hall as Draco held court. Rolling his eyes, Iggy picked up the salt shaker from the table and spun it around his fingers. “Well, it bought me a nice night with some firewhiskey and a particularly hot witch from Persia.” He hadn’t learned his lesson- “And it’s not that I thought this conversation wouldn’t happen – it’s just that I didn’t realise I was such a fuck up in your eyes.”

Iggy’s tone was angry, “It’s not like you never did shit like this, Draco. Relax.”

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_dm
2012-08-05 09:04 pm UTC (link)

Draco paused his eating to look up at his brother with an expression of impatient disbelief. Very impatient disbelief.

"He didn't disrespect you," he replied curtly. "He proved you wrong. People don't like me because I'm always right. You think I like it? But even though people dislike me, they respect me because they know that I am fully aware of my situation, and that I can come down on them with full force because I know what I'm doing. You," he gestured at Iggy before picking up more toast, "clearly don't know what you're doing. First of all, that witch was from Romania, not Persia, and second of all, let's not get dramatic. Fuck up? If you stop acting like you're thirteen I'll stop treating you like one."

At Iggy's accusation, Draco looked like he could almost laugh.

"Really? What did I do that was similar to this? Do you think that I thought that I was smarter than every asshole who tried to put me in my place? Well I did, and I was, but I didn't lash out like you."

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_prettyparvati
2012-08-05 09:33 pm UTC (link)

Iggy prickled at his brother's accusations and arrogance. Well, they were both made from the same Malfoy genes, and Iggy wasn't about to take the scolding sitting down. Which is why he was still standing. Yes. Not because he was nervous over what sitting without being invited to might bring.

"I wasn't proved wrong! He just wanted to tell me off, Draco! Because of my date. That's out of line, he had no idea who he was dealing with. Did you want me to let some stupid halfblood scold me? And of course you'd know your european witches-" He spat, alluding to Draco's previous dalliances (which although never as numerous as Iggy's, had been more prominent). "But I was talking about the witch I was with last night." He tilted his nose into the air, reminiscent of a younger Draco. "She was Persian."

Frustrated, Iggy had colored an angry pink, his voice rising like a child's. "You partied so much when you were my age! You broke up with Parvati and had a complete laugh - there was a reason the tabloids called you a playboy. Don't look down on me for having a little bit of fun, Merlin, what's up your ass?" There had been one tabloid, once, that had made mention of that, but their mother had quickly had it retracted. To be honest, Draco had usually held himself with great reserve. Furthur, Draco had worked and built a name for himself. Iggy rather fancied being a man of leisure.

"You didn't lash out? Last time Uncle Rodolphus visited you pretty much threw a tantrum." Their Renegade Uncle had popped in a few weeks before Draco's wedding, and Draco had smashed a few things afterward. At the memory, Iggy remembered what it was like when their family was just Narcissa, Draco and he in the Manor. Now, everything was different. Their mother seemed to do well, no longer feeling as if she had to be in charge, but Iggy didn't quite have it all settled just yet. He loved his sister-in-law, but the shifting power dynamics had made him agitated.

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_dm
2012-08-09 06:02 am UTC (link)

"Did I want you to let some halfblood scold you? You shouldn't have put yourself in a situation to be scolded in the first place," Draco replied curtly, "Is that not processing with you? You can put yourself in a situation where you'd be called an ass, but not where you are in the wrong."

As Iggy colored, Draco sighed and resumed eating his breakfast.

"One tabloid called me a playboy," Draco corrected, cleaning up his place with the last bit of toast. "And playboy is flattering, actually, whereas off the rails is not. And what's up my ass is the fact that you let a bloody low life hotel manager strong arm you into writing a ridiculous cheque."

At the mention of their uncle, Draco turned serious.

"A tantrum?" he repeated, turning his ear towards Iggy slightly as if he couldn't quite believe the phrasing. Standing up, his eyes didn't break contact with his brother's as he reached for his napkin to wipe his mouth. "Are you telling me that you're going to stand here, in my house, and describe what happened as me over reacting and having a tantrum?" Eyes livid and dark with fury, he began moving towards Iggy as if he could kill him.

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_prettyparvati
2012-08-09 06:19 am UTC (link)

"Yeugh! How was I in the wrong, Draco? Tell me! Because all I did was bring an uppity date, I was just there to have fun - and if he got in my face, then I sure as hell wasn't going to let him do it!" Iggy's voice was loud, unlike his brother's. The Anger was the same, but the dramatics were different.

Really, it wasn't fair! What, exactly? Their height difference. As the younger brother, you would have thought God would have taken pity and at least given him physical stature above his elder sibling but, nope, he didn't.

As Draco locked eyes with him and moved toward him, Iggy stood his ground. A Malfoy didn't run from a fight or punishment. At least that's what their father had taught them when facing him (Ironic though, since Lucius had tried his best to worm out of his own consequences) Iggy felt as if backing away would show weakness. "It wasn't just your house, okay!"

"What's going on?" A small voice rung through the room. Parvati, fiddling with the belt on her silken black robe, peeked into the dining room, looking a little apprehensive. "Draco, is everything okay?"

Saved by the Belle.

At least for a few seconds.

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_dm
2012-08-09 06:36 am UTC (link)

"No, you let him do it the second you brought a guest with you in public that you clearly had no control over," Draco replied, not raising his voice. "And if you had chosen a witch who actually respected you, she wouldn't have dared do that without your consent." He looked Iggy up and down, as if judging whether or not Iggy was reckless enough to do that. "And you clearly didn't."

As Draco crossed the large dining hall, he didn't pause as his wife's pleasant voice cut through the tension in the room. While she fidgeted absentmindedly with her robe, Draco kept taking his measured steps towards his brother, closing the distance, until he was able to angrily grab his younger brother by his shirt--swiftly, as if to follow the motion with a painful blow.

Instead, very quietly, he said, "I will let this pass because this is clearly a result of your current raging stupidity. But you are going to figure out, right now, what the hell is making you act like this. And you are going to remember that I let this go, and didn't beat you senseless for making light of what happened with Rodolphus."

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_prettyparvati
2012-11-13 02:20 am UTC (link)

"I don't usually care to pull out the iron fist with a witch I'm sleeping with for one night, Draco." Iggy rolled his eyes, feeling rather hot under the collar.

Holding in the urge to flinch, Iggy's face flushed at the idea of his sister-in-law watching the scene unfolding. Iggy couldn't bare being taken down a notch in the eyes of others (which is why he had ended up buying the hotel) and his teeth ground together to repress the urge to lash out.

Parvati meanwhile, blinked in surprise, unsure whether she should step in or not. The aggression between the brothers was new to her and her Gryffindor instincts pushed her to intervene. Yet, her wife instincts, new as they were, told her that this was Draco's domain.

The mention of Rodolphus' name, also told her that she should bow out quickly. Catching the eye of her husband (as his brother was adamantly avoiding her gaze) she gave him a soft look before stepping back out.

Inside, Iggy's molars were wearing eachother down. Pushing Draco's hands off him, he stumbled back angrily. "What does it matter why I'm acting like anything, Draco? You have your own family now -" He gestured toward the entrance where the pretty bride had stood, "Deal with that, I shouldn't matter anymore."

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_dm
2012-11-13 02:48 am UTC (link)

"It shouldn't require an iron fist," Draco replied quickly, hating the way Iggy was reacting. Eye rolling was probably the gesture that most successfully enraged Draco.

Glad that his wife respected his domain enough to bow out, Draco managed to cool down the slightest degree. Enough that he could refrain from tackling Iggy for pushing back.

"You shouldn't matter anymore?" Draco looked almost appalled. "Is this what everything is about? You feel left out?" Perhaps the most sensitive way of putting things. "You think blood means nothing?" Now he did want to be angry." Are you serious?"

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_prettyparvati
2012-11-13 02:59 am UTC (link)

Iggy's eyes were rolling in the deep. Pale cheeks colored slightly and his gray eyes darted to the side to avoid eye contact with his elder brother. "I never said blood means nothing." He tried to keep his tone even as he pulled at his shirt, straightening the wrinkles from Draco's manhandling.

"You have your own life now, so I should have mine. You got to plan for your life, you decided to get married - but that changed my life as well, excuse me while I take awhile to iron out the bumps."

"A year ago my actions reflected on the Malfoy name, now I'm just your errant little brother. You're the heir, you've married well - just leave me to my own doing. The tabloids will forget about this in a moment's time."

Iggy's face was petulant. Inside, he was throwing a tantrum like a small child. That girl had taken his brother away! Why shouldn't he have a few drinks? :(

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