Woah! So this is the beginning of what I promise you will be one of the best stories I've written. Its told from your perspective, so if you want something to happen, you gotta tell me. I hope that you all enjoy reading this fic, as I'm having writing it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that's affiliated with Harry Potter, yadda, yadda, yadda. You already know the drill.

p.s. In this fic, all the wizards and witches can use magic outside of school, all the time, and also there are some pretty heavy parts, like abuse, language, sex and alchohol. So read accordingly!

"Miss?"

"Miss?"

You groggily turned over in your bed trying to ignore your persistent house elf Marie, who was trying to wake you up.

"Miss, its time for breakfast."

"Mmph. I don't want to eat right now. Come back at noon."

"I have my orders…"

"Then take this one, go away."

You turned back towards the wall and tried to remember the dream you were having before being woken up.

"Your Father is here, and has to speak with you."

"What? He's back already?!?"

In two seconds you had bounded out of bed and were one your way to the shower, with Marie hurrying to keep up. You dropped your pajamas and pulled your long black hair out of the braid it was in, while Maria got out bottles of shampoo and soap, and ran hot water into the tub. You sank beneath the warm water for a moment, enjoying the feeling of it against your skin. Maria began to wash your long hair combing conditioner and perfumes through it, while you washed your body. A shower to rinse you off, and then it was back to your room to get dressed. You mumbled a drying spell as you pulled clothes from the drawers in your massive bureau. Because you were the only girl in a family of 3 brothers and one father, they all saw fit to spoil you with dozens of clothes; half of which you never wore.

"Are there guests, Maria?"

"I think so Miss, the other servants were getting out some of the finer china, and the cook has been up since 4 preparing the meal."

"Why the bloody hell didn't you warn me!?"

"I did Miss."

"Oh…Whatever."

In ten minuets you were down the stairs in a flowing white summer dress that came to right above your knees. Your hair was down, and caressed your shoulders and back with gentle strands. You wore almost no makeup: you never did usually. There was only some gloss on your lips, and eyeliner to accentuate your pretty black eyes. You had on white sandals with a very thin, tiny heel. The family crest ring adorned your left forefinger, and diamond earrings were in your ears. After checking yourself once more as you ran by a mirror on the stairs, you took a deep breath to steady yourself, and walked into the dining room.

You were the only one in the room, and for a horrible second, you thought that everyone had eaten and left, but the table was full of untouched food, and there were voices coming from beyond, in the parlor.

"Good morning Selena, did you sleep well?"

You spun around, and came face to face with your father's chest. He pulled strong arms around you and squeezed. You squirmed out of his arms, and stared at him.

"I thought you would be gone for the rest of summer."

"Why, do you want me to leave?"

"Of course not, you know I'm happy to see you." You reached up to kiss his cheek, but in the end, he had to bend down so you could reach him. At 6 foot 9, he towered over your small 5 foot 2, as did your brothers.

"Where is everyone, and who are the guests?"

There was a mischievous glimmer in his eye, and he motioned for you to sit down.

"I have news for you, but I'm not sure if you'll be thrilled or upset about it."

This intrigued you, "What is it Father?"

"Well, those people you hear in the parlor are indeed our guests, but will also be our in-laws soon as well."

"Brogan's getting married?!?" Brogan was your eldest brother, who was 23. He worked as an animal trainer usually things like harpys, chimeras, phoenixs, and griffons. For the most part kept to himself. He had never expressed any want of a woman in his life. The few girlfriends he had, were gone within weeks.

"Of course it isn't Brogan. He's doomed to a life as a bachelor."

"Zephyr then?" Zephyr was a little more believable, although he was something of a ladies man, he never cheated on his girlfriends. At 22 he liked to travel, and even though he still lived with your family, it was hard to believe he would want to settle down.

"Not Zephyr"

"Then it has to be Caden" Caden was the one responsible for your dratted nickname: Leenie, as was known for being the class clown. He was 18. It was a good move, you thought, to get him settled down, so he couldn't cause trouble.

"Nope."

You stopped breathing.

"No. Father, I can't get married, I...No! Stop looking at me like that!"

He was giving you the Stop-being-a-bloody-nitwit-and-act-your-age look.

"You can, and you will get married." He replied calmly. "The business that I thought was going to take all summer, ended up taking only a few months. Lucius and I have been discussing a union of our families for some time now, and this summer we were going to work out all the specifics. We have even deci-"

"NO! Merlin help me, did you just say Lucius! That means your having me marry Draco!"

"Yes. Stop interrupting me when I-"

"Draco, Dad! What's wrong with you! What did I bloody do to deserve this!"

"Selena, will yo-"

"I can't marry that rotten git! He hates me anyway, and the feeling's mutual, let me tell you-"

"SELENA!"

Your Father's eyes were dangerous and he had gotten up from where he was sitting, and was now standing over you. He got down on one knee beside you. You kept your eyes looking forward. Your Father was a dangerous man when he was angry. He had only physically punished you a few times, and those punishments had left marks on you for months afterwards. His face was right next to your ear, and when he spoke it was threateningly quiet.

"What did you say?"

"I-I'm sorry Father, I-"

"Answer my question! Repeat what you said!"

He grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. You were trembling at the thought of his fury.

"I-I said I c-can't marry that, that…"

"Say it!"

"That rotten git"

"Yes you did. And let me warn you. The Malfoy men do not suffer fools kindly, and when upset, they are probably harsher than I have ever been with you. You are a good daughter, but are prone to be stubborn, and I have already informed Draco of this. I also told him, that if he needs to adjust your behavior, he has my consent."

You could feel your bottom lip beginning to quiver, and your Father's face began to look blurry. Was this to be your life? A slave to a man you barely knew, who most likely loathed you?

"Don't cry, your face will get all swollen, and you will have to somehow explain why you were crying on what is supposed to be a happy day."

You looked up, his face was soft, and his voice was tender again. You took a deep breath, and blinked back the tears. There would be time for crying later.

"I doubt very highly that he hates you. You've never even spent that much time with him. You are smart, loyal, and at the top of your class. You are absolutely gorgeous, and I'm saying that honestly too. Draco's family wasn't the only one that came to me wanting to marry some boy off to you."

You could not help but feel flattered. You didn't realize people thought you were that pretty. Sure, you'd been told you were cute, or that you looked pretty, but never gorgeous.

"I chose Draco because he's a good match for you, believe it or not. You are a very over-emotional person, and he shows almost no emotion. You always want some sort of security, and he wants someone to protect. You two will work out your differences and dislikes with time, but it will take work. Plus, you both like Quidditch, you can go to games with someone now."

"I…I know, I'm just…"

"Scared, I know," his warm hands gently cupped your cheeks, and smoothed some hair from you eyes, "but I want you to trust me, and marry him. I love you and wouldn't do anything that wasn't in your best interests. You know that don't you?"

"Yes."

"Since your Mother died, I probably haven't been doing a good job of being both parents to you, but I really believe, no I know that this is a good match, and you will be happy with time."

Your mother had died when you were only 4, and since then Your Father had struggled to be both your Mother and Father.

"Yes Father."

"Leenie, look at me, please?"

You slowly brought your eyes back up to his.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Dad,"

He wrapped his arms around you. "That's my girl! Now stop looking so somber, I'll bring the Malfoys in to have breakfast. Your brothers have been entertaining them in my absence, and we can only imagine how that's been going." He got up and looked at you for a moment, "You stay here. I'll give you a minuet to compose yourself."

He left and returned with your brothers, Lucius Malfoy and his wife, and taking up the rear, your betrothed, Draco.