Draco Malfoy was currently looking down upon a glistening river from atop a bridge. He marveled at how beautifully the stars reflected on the obsidian black water. It was blissfully quite, no honking of cars or loud street voices. Draco was engulfed in a gentle yet cold draft of wind. It stirred the trees near him making a melancholy symphony. The air was so much sweeter here.

"Master Malfoy, you are requested by mistress Malfoy in her study at once," Squeaked a house-elf from some where around Draco's knee area. Draco sighed and turned towards his black Porsche. Despite his ancestral hatred towards muggle and all things muggle related he, being a Malfoy, had his perks like getting a brand new Porsche GT custom made for him.

He parked on the drive way of the Malfoy manor and walked towards the house which can be easily mistaken for a castle. He walked into the house and stood there for a few seconds. Contemplating whether he should report to his mother immediately or grab a bite from the kitchen. He decided to visit his mother doing the latter would only ignite the vehement anger that his mother was so dearly known for.

"Mother, I have come." He said softly as not to frighten her. She was possible the most beautiful lady that the entire wizardring world has seen. With the haughty arrogant way her chin jutted out, high cheek bone, pink lips and almond shaped eyes the color of ice. She was beautiful indeed but void of motherly love.

"Draco, I wish you to get married." Narcissa simply stated with out much beating around the bush. Narcissa could not take it any more. The constant arguments with Lucius were enough, and she agreed it was time for Draco to settle down and forget his bohemian life style. He just could not continue wondering about trying to pleasure just about any girl who would walk by.

"Mother if I may be bold enough to ask, what brought on this sudden...err request?" Draco enquired not overly pleased with his mother's demand.

"Don't be daft boy! This is nothing new...I am tired of finding your new lovers every day leave my home. Enough is enough! You have till your birth day to find a suitable young lady. Marry her and by the start of the next year she must be with a child. Do you understand me?" Narcissa bellowed it was time that they start planning the next generation of the cold and ruthless blood.

Draco stood their. Unable to say or do anything, his next birthday? Child? Next year? This just wasn't making any sense what so ever. What was going on? Then he remembered and a bittersweet smile spread across his face. Ah yes of course Lucius's plan to continue on with the Malfoy family and the tradition of getting married at the age of eighteen. Narcissa took a good long sip from her diamond wine glass and asked Draco to leave.

Back in his own wing of the mansion Draco was absolutely furious! How dare they impose this on him now? Where was he supposed to find a suitable Malfoy-esque bride? He was stuck in a horrendous situation. In all his worry and anger he forgot that his mother did not in fact tell him to marry pansy, which he found quite peculiar. After all his parents were quite found of the pug faced slapper. No matter it was just better for him as he could not see himself tied to her for ever.

He decided staying at home to be cooked in his own self pity did not suit. He got of his bed and went into his enormous walk in closet. Versace por homme? Prada or Y.S.L Por homme? He thought. He decided on Tommy Hilfiger. He sniggered, if only his dear mother was not in a drunken stupor and saw him wearing Tommy Hilfiger.

After a heinously long drive to the center of London he decided to head for the very popular wizard club called Tric's. He parked his car in the V.I.P parking. He went into the club through the back door and was immediately faced with the smiling face of Tricia, the owner of the club. She was a foot and a half shorter then Draco but was equally filthy rich through in heritance. Smiled at her and her vibrant green eyes sparkled.

"Boo...what happened forgot where you lair was?" Tricia pouted. Draco and Tricia were childhood friends, so what may seem like flirting to some is actually a long lost inside joke. Draco chuckled, in his most seductive voice as he could he said.
"Darling...only a blind and a fool could forget his way here if they saw what pleasurable company awaits them. It's the oasis in the middle of the dessert, a drink of water for a thirst driven man." Draco whispered into her ears.

"Oh Draconis...you never will change..." With that Tricia let Draco enter her club and went away to tend to more guest. Draco swaggered towards the bar. He was in a need for something strong, screw it he just wanted alcohol.

"One kamikaze please," drawled Draco to the bar tender. For second the bar tender looked at Draco thinking he was under aged or something. Then he saw that Draco was in no mood to take his bull shit so went behind the counter to make Draco's drink.

"One BMW please" giggled a girl next to Draco. She was encased in a red halter top and mini skirt. Her feet were in very pointy stilettos it was a surprise how she could walk in them. She was giggling and flirting with the bartender. She didn't look a year below 17 maybe even 18. He turned around and started using his charms on her.

"My, my aren't we just a tad to young to be drinking alcohol?" he asked with a twinkle in his deep grey eyes.

"fck of Malfoy..."