"Draco!" Lucius' voice boomed through the mansion.
Draco was sitting on his silver and black bed doing absolutely nothing. His nothingness had been disturbed by someone calling out his name...
"Yes, father!" Draco replied, knowing by his father's tone of voice that he wanted to speak with him about something. He rolled off his bed, then stood up straight, just like his parents had taught him to, and walked to the dining room, where his father was most likely waiting for him.
He opened a set of beige doors with gold handles and entered the large and expensive dinning room, where, just as he had planned, his parents were sitting. Draco waited by the door, just like he had always been told, until Lucius had commanded him to do otherwise. It was never his mother that did the calling, though...
"Draco, come forth..." Lucius drawled, his back to Draco.
Draco silently walked up to his father and sat in his chair, a golden chair with light green cushions.
"I did not tell you to sit, boy..." Lucius said glaring at his son.
"I'm sorry father." Draco said, obviously not sorry at all, but got up anyway.
"You may sit." Lucius said, tapping on Draco's chair with his cane.
Draco, once again, sat down and waited for his father's speech.
"Draco, we have had some trouble with the Parkinsons these past months, and we have decided to call off your arranged marriage to the Parkinson's daughter, Pansy. The only problem will be finding another pureblood family that has a daughter...", Lucius said, not at all looking at Draco, but seemed highly interested in his glass of wine.
Draco didn't even bother asking his father why they had cancelled the marriage, because for one, his father wouldn't tell him anyway, and two, he hated that Pansy Parkinson anyway and didn't care who, what, or why they cancelled it: he was finally free from Pansy. Now his only concern was that his new arranged marriage might be even worse than Parkinson. He was now in his sixth year at Hogwarts and his parents were already planning him a wedding. It didn't seem that bad, since his arranged marriage started when he was two.
"...Thankfully, your mother has had a tight bond with the O'Ryllies. They have a daughter about your age, and, if all goes well, they will send her off to Hogwarts to stay with you instead of her school in Ireland..." Lucius finished, taking a sip of the grape concoction.
Draco processed this in his mind: "Ireland...Red hair...Freckles...Ah shit, she's going to look like one of the Poor 'Weasels'...". He groaned and prayed she didn't look like Ron.
"...You will meet her tomorrow afternoon. The O'Ryllies and their daughter are coming over for a bit of tea and some biscuits to finalize the deal. I expect you to be very well behaved, Draco...we need this. You don't want to cut off the Malfoy blood, do you?" Lucius asked, this time, piercing Draco with his eyes.
"No, Father." Draco answered calmly.
"Very well...you are dismissed" Lucius said as he took another sip of wine and motioned his free hand towards the door.
Draco got up, tucked his chair back in, and headed back to his room; blocking his mind from even thinking about tomorrow. He couldn't care one bit. If this girl was going to be his wife, it didn't necessarily mean he had to like her; he knew that all too well as he watched his parents together. Draco shrugged.
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Whitney O'Ryllie was eating dinner with her parents when her father put down his fork on his plate, and folded his hands: Whitney knew there was a speech or announcement coming on.
"Yes, Father?" She asked, but continued eating.
"Well, darling, your mother and I have some good news..." Her father said, glancing at her stepmother, who seemed to have a bit of control over him.
"Yes, extremely good news...Whitney, dear, you do know who the Malfoys are?" Her stepmother said as she took a plate of duck from their house elf and placed it in front of her.
"Yes, of course." She answered, knowing perfectly well their family reputation and hating them for it. She had heard so many awful things about Lucius Malfoy, who works in the Ministry because of his donations...and, she had heard from a friend that once went to Hogwarts, that his son needed a big kick in the ass.
"Well, like us, they want the pure blood line to keep growing..." Her father explained and took a bite of his duck.
Whitney had her glass of water to her lips, but stopped and starred at them for a second processing what they were going to say next.
"Yes......" She confirmed and put down her glass.
"Well, we're going over to the Malfoy Manor to visit them...and their boy, Draco...who is the same age as you!" Her stepmother said gleefully.
That's when a cold prick struck Whitney in the chest. She was catching on to what they wanted...
"You're arranging a marriage." Whitney said emotionless. She wasn't sure how long she could take this 'polite' act her parents had forced upon her. She was going to blow.
"Well, yes...but I'm sure his son is extremely charming. But think of it: Narcissa's family joining ours. Wouldn't that be great, darling?" Her stepmother said, somehow not thinking about Whitney's concerns and opinions.
"No, it wouldn't be." Whitney said as she chugged the water remaining in her glass, and then poured herself some more, repeating the process.
"Don't you want to keep our blood running?" Her stepmother said, in an uneasy voice.
"Not particularly." Whitney said as she stopped chugging her water and intertwined her fingers into a large fist that she delicately placed onto the table and smiled, of course, her actions giving off a sarcastic tone. But, she knew it wasn't long before her parents would crack; especially her step-mother, who always pretended to like her.
"...But I'm afraid we're not giving you a choice. Next year, if we finalize the deal, you will go to Hogwarts, the school their boy Draco goes to. That way, you two can get to know each other a bit better." Her mother replied, her anger rising.
Whitney decided to give up her rebellious attitude, and gave in to her parent's pleas.
"Fine. If you don't mind, I have some studying to do." Whitney said, even though it was the middle of summer. Her parents never noticed anyway, especially her stepmother. Her stepmother seemed to cringe every time she walked into the room. It was okay for Whitney, though, since she gave the same reaction whenever she saw her stepmother's face.
Whitney walked out of the dinning room and into her room.
Her parents would be appalled if they saw the state of her dorm. Whitney had changed the bed from a silky black and green to a clear blue with tints of silver. Her drapes were no longer long, brown curtains, but white and gold. She had about a million pictures of her and her friends just hanging out or going to the carnival. And to her parents, that was a waste of time that should be used to study. Whitney could care less if they found these pictures of her going places; the thing she was worried about was her parents finding out that she had friends who were not purebloods.
She smiled at a picture of her friends on the front lawn of her school. They were all wearing green robes, her school's uniform. She was going to try her best to stay in Ireland; she didn't want to have anything to do with a Malfoy...
Draco was sitting on his silver and black bed doing absolutely nothing. His nothingness had been disturbed by someone calling out his name...
"Yes, father!" Draco replied, knowing by his father's tone of voice that he wanted to speak with him about something. He rolled off his bed, then stood up straight, just like his parents had taught him to, and walked to the dining room, where his father was most likely waiting for him.
He opened a set of beige doors with gold handles and entered the large and expensive dinning room, where, just as he had planned, his parents were sitting. Draco waited by the door, just like he had always been told, until Lucius had commanded him to do otherwise. It was never his mother that did the calling, though...
"Draco, come forth..." Lucius drawled, his back to Draco.
Draco silently walked up to his father and sat in his chair, a golden chair with light green cushions.
"I did not tell you to sit, boy..." Lucius said glaring at his son.
"I'm sorry father." Draco said, obviously not sorry at all, but got up anyway.
"You may sit." Lucius said, tapping on Draco's chair with his cane.
Draco, once again, sat down and waited for his father's speech.
"Draco, we have had some trouble with the Parkinsons these past months, and we have decided to call off your arranged marriage to the Parkinson's daughter, Pansy. The only problem will be finding another pureblood family that has a daughter...", Lucius said, not at all looking at Draco, but seemed highly interested in his glass of wine.
Draco didn't even bother asking his father why they had cancelled the marriage, because for one, his father wouldn't tell him anyway, and two, he hated that Pansy Parkinson anyway and didn't care who, what, or why they cancelled it: he was finally free from Pansy. Now his only concern was that his new arranged marriage might be even worse than Parkinson. He was now in his sixth year at Hogwarts and his parents were already planning him a wedding. It didn't seem that bad, since his arranged marriage started when he was two.
"...Thankfully, your mother has had a tight bond with the O'Ryllies. They have a daughter about your age, and, if all goes well, they will send her off to Hogwarts to stay with you instead of her school in Ireland..." Lucius finished, taking a sip of the grape concoction.
Draco processed this in his mind: "Ireland...Red hair...Freckles...Ah shit, she's going to look like one of the Poor 'Weasels'...". He groaned and prayed she didn't look like Ron.
"...You will meet her tomorrow afternoon. The O'Ryllies and their daughter are coming over for a bit of tea and some biscuits to finalize the deal. I expect you to be very well behaved, Draco...we need this. You don't want to cut off the Malfoy blood, do you?" Lucius asked, this time, piercing Draco with his eyes.
"No, Father." Draco answered calmly.
"Very well...you are dismissed" Lucius said as he took another sip of wine and motioned his free hand towards the door.
Draco got up, tucked his chair back in, and headed back to his room; blocking his mind from even thinking about tomorrow. He couldn't care one bit. If this girl was going to be his wife, it didn't necessarily mean he had to like her; he knew that all too well as he watched his parents together. Draco shrugged.
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Whitney O'Ryllie was eating dinner with her parents when her father put down his fork on his plate, and folded his hands: Whitney knew there was a speech or announcement coming on.
"Yes, Father?" She asked, but continued eating.
"Well, darling, your mother and I have some good news..." Her father said, glancing at her stepmother, who seemed to have a bit of control over him.
"Yes, extremely good news...Whitney, dear, you do know who the Malfoys are?" Her stepmother said as she took a plate of duck from their house elf and placed it in front of her.
"Yes, of course." She answered, knowing perfectly well their family reputation and hating them for it. She had heard so many awful things about Lucius Malfoy, who works in the Ministry because of his donations...and, she had heard from a friend that once went to Hogwarts, that his son needed a big kick in the ass.
"Well, like us, they want the pure blood line to keep growing..." Her father explained and took a bite of his duck.
Whitney had her glass of water to her lips, but stopped and starred at them for a second processing what they were going to say next.
"Yes......" She confirmed and put down her glass.
"Well, we're going over to the Malfoy Manor to visit them...and their boy, Draco...who is the same age as you!" Her stepmother said gleefully.
That's when a cold prick struck Whitney in the chest. She was catching on to what they wanted...
"You're arranging a marriage." Whitney said emotionless. She wasn't sure how long she could take this 'polite' act her parents had forced upon her. She was going to blow.
"Well, yes...but I'm sure his son is extremely charming. But think of it: Narcissa's family joining ours. Wouldn't that be great, darling?" Her stepmother said, somehow not thinking about Whitney's concerns and opinions.
"No, it wouldn't be." Whitney said as she chugged the water remaining in her glass, and then poured herself some more, repeating the process.
"Don't you want to keep our blood running?" Her stepmother said, in an uneasy voice.
"Not particularly." Whitney said as she stopped chugging her water and intertwined her fingers into a large fist that she delicately placed onto the table and smiled, of course, her actions giving off a sarcastic tone. But, she knew it wasn't long before her parents would crack; especially her step-mother, who always pretended to like her.
"...But I'm afraid we're not giving you a choice. Next year, if we finalize the deal, you will go to Hogwarts, the school their boy Draco goes to. That way, you two can get to know each other a bit better." Her mother replied, her anger rising.
Whitney decided to give up her rebellious attitude, and gave in to her parent's pleas.
"Fine. If you don't mind, I have some studying to do." Whitney said, even though it was the middle of summer. Her parents never noticed anyway, especially her stepmother. Her stepmother seemed to cringe every time she walked into the room. It was okay for Whitney, though, since she gave the same reaction whenever she saw her stepmother's face.
Whitney walked out of the dinning room and into her room.
Her parents would be appalled if they saw the state of her dorm. Whitney had changed the bed from a silky black and green to a clear blue with tints of silver. Her drapes were no longer long, brown curtains, but white and gold. She had about a million pictures of her and her friends just hanging out or going to the carnival. And to her parents, that was a waste of time that should be used to study. Whitney could care less if they found these pictures of her going places; the thing she was worried about was her parents finding out that she had friends who were not purebloods.
She smiled at a picture of her friends on the front lawn of her school. They were all wearing green robes, her school's uniform. She was going to try her best to stay in Ireland; she didn't want to have anything to do with a Malfoy...