ABC Shots

AN: I've always loved one-shots based on the alphabet and Drarry is one of my all-time favorite yaoi pairings. I'll probably do more like SasuNaru, Akuroku, and some others. You can even ask me if you want a certain pairing and I'll see what I can do. But first, we have Draco being an arse and Harry telling him how much of an arse he is! XD

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Trust me, you would know if I owned Harry Potter. There would be Yaoi/Yuri galore

A is for Aggravate

Draco Malfoy sneered at the smaller male, his eyes flashing dangerously. The smaller of the two just crossed his arms and stared him down. "I mean it Draco. You either fix this, or you sleep on the couch until you do." He growled and Draco threw his hands up into the air. "Honestly, Harry, it wasn't my fault! Weasley started the whole thing!" He exclaimed, exasperation clear in his voice. "Well then, you just need to be the bigger man and end it Dragon. Don't just keep dragging it on and making it worse! You know how stubborn Ron is and I know how stubborn you are. The only difference between you two is that only one of you is at least still going to get some from their respective other during this feud! So either suck it up, or fuck it up!" Harry yelled, and proceeded to storm out of their house through the floo, practically screaming "Grimmauld Place!" before disappearing in a rush of green fire. Draco gave a loud cry, childishly stomping his foot. "Dammit Harry, why the bloody hell are you so difficult?" He screamed, then took a handful of floo powder, stepping into the fireplace. "The Burrow!"

Hermione Weasley-Granger looked up from her book as the floo flared to life. She gave a startled squeak as Draco Malfoy came barreling through, looking positively livid. "WEASLEY!" He yelled, pointedly ignoring Hermione as she sat on the couch, wide-eyed. Heavy footsteps pounded down the stairs as Ron made an entrance into the sitting room. He paused at the doorway and sneered at Draco. "Malfoy. What are you doing here?" He snarled and Draco rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry Weasley." Hermione and Ron's eyes bulged out of their heads. "Sorry? For what?" Ron asked, stuttering in his surprise. Draco huffed, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes simultaneously. "For insulting your wife, for being an inglorius jackass, for being a bloody prick! Whatever you want to hear to get you to tell Harry that I apologized!" Draco snarled and Ron smirked. "Oh it's not that easy Malfoy. You're going to-."

"Ron."

Ron and Draco both looked to Hermione who seemed to have recovered from her shock. "That's enough. Don't make things worse for him just because you want to see him squirm. You know, better than anyone how Harry is. If we don't help Draco out, he'll let this sty and fester in him until it all comes out at once. And if Harry and Draco have that kind of row, it's not going to be like any row you've had with him with these circumstances." Hermione stood and gently placed a hand on her husband's arm. "Help Draco. Because no matter what faults he may have and no matter how much of a Pureblood, egotistic, arrogant bloody arsehole he is, he makes Harry happy. And that's the least Harry deserves after the war." Hermione muttered, ignoring Draco's scowl at being called so many derogatory things. Ron stood perfectly still for some time then nodded stiffly. "Fine. I'll firecall Harry and tell him you apologized and everything's good again...for now. Until the next time one of us makes an arsehole of ourselves in front of our loved ones." Ron chuckled as he took Hermione's hand.

Draco nodded briskly then turned to grab some floo powder. As he went to throw the powder in, Hermione called, "Draco?" He turned and stared at the woman. "For what it's worth amd just to put your mind at ease...we're lucky there's someone who's taking care of Harry. Thank you." Draco scoffed as he stepped into the fireplace. "I don't need your approval...but I'll accept. Harry loves you two, Merlin knows why." Draco smirked again as he eyed the two spouses. "But I do love the aggravating prick." And with that, Malfoy threw the powder down and yelled, "Potter Hall!" And disappeared in a flare of green fire.