"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?"