Written for AliceSpeak's Word/Phrase of the Day challenge.
Phrase: This is all I've got- me.
J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter.
Just because you're married doesn't make you any less lonely. Well, I suppose it depends on exactly who you marry. Some people marry for love, others are greedy little things that are just in it for the money. Others- such as I, Draco Lucius Malfoy- are in it because of stupid, annoying, retarded, and any other insultive adjective you can think of- sorry, I got off topic. As I was saying, others like me are only in it because of arranged marriages.
You would think that since my father is in Azkaban for the rest of his life, never to speak to me or even hear of me again, this wouldn't even apply to me. My mother, actually, told me that it wasn't really necessary. But then, just my luck, I started to get these death threats from this creepy black owl that would fly away before I could send a response. You know what they all said? That I had to get married, of course, no reason for this included.
I tried to keep them a secret from mother, but one day the dark owl came during dinner, and it all snowballed from there. Mother didn't care if I was to become the most miserable boy on the entire planet, only that I wouldn't be assassinated. I suggested hiring a bodyguard, but she just rolled her eyes and started owling people to find an "eligible and suitable wife" for me. Not that I was include in said choice that would affect, I don't know, the rest of my life.
Mother started to invite the Greengrass' over for dinner, and at first I thought she meant that I would marry Daphne. Later, I found out that she was "courting" Blaise Zabini. So I was stuck with Astoria Greengrass. My mother started paying special attention to the young girl- okay, she's only a year younger than me, but she acts way younger than that, in my opinion. Well, she did act like that, until I finally got the chance to set her straight.
And now- now I'm all alone, no one to go to. This is all I've got left, the only thing left untarnished in all that has happened- myself. Well, maybe that's a lie. If I were completely perfect, I am pretty sure that I would be, or at least act like I was happy. I have myself to depend on, and that's all that I have. Probably all I ever will have. Someday, I'll have to have a son. I suppose that if I don't, Nighty the owl will start stalking me. I mean, that thing has one eye, it creeps me out!
I'm pretty sure I know where Nighty came from, anyway. My father.