I can still hear their voices rattling in my mind, I hate every single word, I am mother fucking Draco Malfoy and nobody orders me around! Still, thanks to this law I am finally fulfilling the duties of every pure blood heir: by giving my mother what she wants from me: a wife. The bloody Ministry of magic even with all the connection they're using me as their poster boy. And I can't seem to get out of it!
With a look of disgust Draco crumples the letter of summons in one hand and a strong grip on his cane in the other. Draco makes his way towards the ministry and begins to reflect on the implications of what the summons will lead him. Hermione or a random stranger. The latter seems better when the former wants to kill him. Her and her merry band of idiots. At every turn that Draco makes in restitution granger seems to ignore it. No matter what I do it has never been enough with her!
There she was standing at the front desk of the ministry talking to a Weasley while I walked right past them. Only to be way laid by the red-headed devil, "Oh, Malfoy Mr. Shacklebolt will be with you and Hermione here in a moment." And then she spoke softly, "I can't believe this law has been passed it is absolutely barbarous and makes absolutely no sense." Then she laid a hand on Weasley's arm and whispered something and I found it annoying that Percival's face turn red like a fat tomato. Standing off to the corner and standing drawn to myself I proceeded to watch them at the corner of my eye.