A/N: So I'm back again! I just thought I make a Christmas fiction before I continue "Unthinkable" :D NOW READ AND REVIEW 3

November 24

Draco sat in his study reading a merging proposal from a popular clothing company when his father walked in.

"Hello Draco." Lucius said as Draco looked up from the contract.

"Hello Father." Draco greeted, "What brings you here?" he asked a little worried. His father never came to him while he was working unless it was an emergency.

"Well Draco, as you know, on new year's day you will be receiving your inheritance." He said.

"Yes? What about that?" Draco asked, confused.

"Well, every Malfoy man needs a wife at least a week before he receives the Malfoy inheritance." Lucius stated.

Draco's eyes widened, "WHAT! Why didn't you tell me this before!"

Lucius shrugged, "I figured the task wouldn't be too difficult."

"Well you were wrong! It's extremely hard to find a person who fits the Malfoy expectations, that I find physically attractive AND that I would actually want to spend my life with!" Draco exclaimed.

"Well you better get started." Lucius said nonchalantly, "Goodbye Son." He said and he got up and walked out.

Draco sat back and rubbed his temples, "Fuck." He muttered and he got up and walked over to his fireplace. He threw in some floo powder and yelled "ZABINI MANOR!" and stuck his head in the green flames.

"Blaise!" he called out. He heard some footsteps and his dark-skinned friend appeared.

"Hello Draco."

"Hello Blaise," Draco said quickly, "Listen, I need your help. Be in my office in five minutes." He said and he pulled his head out of the fire, not giving Blaise a chance to respond.

Five minutes later there was a loud pop and Blaise appeared in the middle of his office.

"Now what is this damn emergency that I had to pop over here for?" Blaise asked, slightly irritated at the inconvenience.

"Sorry mate, but I really need your help." Draco said.

"What it is?" Blaise sighed.

"My father stopped in today and told me I have to have a wife by Christmas or else I can't get my inheritance."

"So? Just pay some slut to marry you until you get your inheritance and then divorce her. Problem solved." Blaise said simply.

Draco shook his head, "Malfoy marriages don't work like that. Malfoy's can't divorce, I don't know why so don't ask, and the wives we choose must be up to the Malfoy standards. You know, pureblooded, beautiful, elegant, and graceful. "

"So, I'm guessing you want me to use my skills to research all the pureblooded girls around our age that are single and attractive?" Blaise asked.

"Please?"

Blaise sighed loudly, "Fine. I'll be back in about an hour." He said and he apparated away.

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An hour later Blaise apparated back into Draco's office and he had a piece of parchment in his hand.

"Okay I found two and one you won't like." Blaise said.

"Well tell me the one I'll like." Draco responded impatiently.

"Pansy Parkinson."

Draco laughed out loud, "That's the one I'll like! She's a dog! And she's a slut along with that."

Blaise rolled his eyes, "Well, you're only other option is Ginny Weasley."

Draco's jaw dropped, "SHE'S my only other option?"

Blaise nodded, "Yep."

"What about the Greengrass sisters?" Draco asked, clinging to the hope that Blaise had missed them.

Blaise only shook his head, "Daphne's a slut and currently dating some rich, old man and Astoria is marrying some mudblood." Blaise said, spitting out the word mudblood like it was some horrible disease.

Draco pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to force away the headache that was coming on, "So I guess Weasley it is."

Now it was Blaise's turn to be shocked, "You're choosing Weasley over Pansy?"

"Yup." Draco sighed.

"But why?"

"Because Weasley might actually be a decent wife." He replied as he sat down, "I'll go see her on the first."