Sebastia Degarmo was currently laughing and gossiping about anything under the sun.

"Are you sure you saw them?" Sebastia gasped.

"I didn't even need to see them to know what they were doing - they were loud enough!" giggled Feronia Carazo, adjusting the numerous bags on her arm.

"That's disturbing in so many ways," Annora Cassini said, scrunching up her nose.

"Well, his choice in girl is nasty, of course. But he isn't so nasty himself," chuckled Augusto Caruso. As you probably already noticed, he swings for the wrong team.

"Okay, you have horrible taste in men, Auggy," Sebastia said, patting his face, lovingly.

Augusto scoffed. "If my taste in men is as horrible as you so kindly put it, why don't you have a date, tesoro?"

"That is not important," Sebastia threw her nose up in the air. Her friends laughed at her. Kalliroe opened her mouth, about to say something else when four house-elves apparated in front of them. Luckily, they were in a wizard-populated part of France or else Muggles would be flipping out right about now.

"Your parents require you home at this moment," each house-elf told their respected person.

"Just when we were getting to the good part," sighed Oriel. "Arrivederci! I'll owl you all as soon as I figure out what's going on."

The other three nodded their head in agreement and air kissed each other. There was a chorus of cracks in the air as each person and their house-elf disappeared. Sebastia straightened out her dress once her feet hit the ground. She stumbled a bit, due to the high heels she was wearing.

"Dei, quanto odio apparizione," she mumbled under her breath. "Goffo, do you know why my parents require me back so suddenly?"

"I do, signorina, but I am not allowed to tell you," said Goffo. "Your parents wish to tell you whatever it is that is so important."

Sebastia sighed; disappointed that she had not gotten any information from her house-elf. 'Good for nothing creatures' she thought, bitterly. She walked up the steps of the Degarmo Manor and pushed open the doors. The doors only opened if one, one of the Dergamos touched the doors and, two if one of the Dergamos put a spell so whoever the spell was designed for would be able to enter by just the touch of their hand.

Her heels clacked noisily as she walked through the endless corridor. She finally entered the large drawing room. There, she saw her father reading the Daily Phropet with his reading glasses and sipping from a wine glass every so often. Her mother just sat there and sipped from her wine glass. Sebastia plopped herself on the couch in front of them, breathing out heavily.

"I see you've done a lot of shopping," her mother smirked, gesturing to the numerous bags around the obviously tired girl.

"Well, I have learned from the best, mamma," Sebastia chuckled quietly. "Goffo told me to come back home. Is there something wrong?"

Her father folded the Daily Phrophet and slipped off his reading glasses. "Not entirely, no. Maybe to you, sì."

Sebastia raised an eyebrow. Her mother sighed and called for Goffo. "Goffo, take Sebastia's bags upstairs, if you could."

"Yes, signora," Goffo bowed politely and with a pop both the bags and Goffo were gone. It was silent for a few moments. Sebastia grew irritated.

"Well, are you going to tell me or not?" she demanded.

"Miele, you know how high up us Degarmos are and we need to stay up in the elites . . ." Her father started. Sebastia didn't like where this was going.

"Yes, so?" she said.

"We're putting you in an arranged marriage," her mother said, symphathetically. Sebastia stood up, angrily.

"Excuse me?" she hissed. "An arranged marriage?! I told you I would only marry a man out of love, not because I need to keep the Degarmo blood running, yet, you betrayed me! Traditori!"

"Who would you marry that is of a high-power, hm?" her father rose from his chair, too. "Face it, Sebastia! You knew that you weren't going to marry the boy you loved."

"How do you know? In time - if you gave me any - I could've found a nice man who loved me for me and not because his parents forced him to!" Sebastia snapped.

"Listen, bambino, we know this difficult for you -" Sebastia cut her mother off.

"Difficult?! This is beyond bloody difficult! I am only eighteen, eighteen years old, mamma, and you're expecting me to just marry some stranger who's probably a maniac? You're cazzo bonkers!"

"Signorina, you will not speak to your mother like that!" her father bellowed. "I have tried to reason with you. I tried to lay it on you gently but you acting like a bambino viziato! You will marry whoever it is your mother and I decide."

Sebastia's bottom lip trembled. "Ti odio." She spun on her heel and dashed upstairs, ignoring her father's yells for her to come back. She stalked up to her room and slammed the door behind her, sliding down the door and breaking into sobs. She didn't want to get married. Well, she did, in time, but not when she was training to be a Healer! This stupid arranged marriage ruined everything. She had told her parents when she was fifteen, when it was first mentioned, that she refused to marry someone who she did not love. And now, three years later, here she was, going to marry a total and complete stranger who she knew she did not love. Her sobs were loud and never-ending and she couldn't bring herself to stop.

Draco

Draco sighed as he apparated back to the manor. He was simply having a few drinks with Blaise, Pansy and Theodore when one of the house-elves called him home, saying that his parents required his presence right then. His parents had been acting a bit iffy and especially shifty that past few weeks. It was like they knew something he didn't. And he didn't like not knowing things. He liked to stay in the loop. He walked through the long corridor and entered the drawing room.

"Draco, dear, sit down," his mother told him, gesturing to the chair right of her and his father. He sat down on the couch, leaning back and getting comfortable.

"And what is the occassion of which you both have called me?" Draco drawled. His mother looked as though she wanted to say something, but looked pleadingly over to her husband. Lucius gave her a quick glance before looking back to his son.

"Draco, you know how the Malfoys are elite and we need to keep the line pure and active," his father was awfully serious. Wait. He always was. "Son, we have put you in an arranged marriage."

Draco sat there, processing the information. Then, without warning, he stood up quickly.

"And no one thought to ask for my input in this whole fiasco?" he demanded.

"Darling, we just want what's best for you," his mother tried to calm him down.

"What's best for me?! What's bloody best for me?! If you want what's best for me, then start by letting me make my own decisions," his fierce stare made his mother look down to the floor.

"I don't see what's wrong with a marriage, son," Lucius' icy voice interjected. "You'd have the perfect pure-blood wife, perfect pure-blood children. What more do you want?"

"Don't you get it, you idiotic bastard?" Draco raised his voice a bit. "I don't want any of that. At least not now. Besides, who died and gave you permission to do whatever to my life?"

"I know I have been slightly non-existent in this whole thing," Narcissa spoke up, "But, Draco, understand. We didn't mean to upset you, in any way. We just want you to be happy."

"Happy? And you think I'm going to be happy with some total stranger?" he yelled at his mother for the first time. His mother didn't look down, ashamed, this time. In fact, she pursed her lips and raised her hand. The loud crack echoed through the empty room. Draco stood there, jaw clenched, as well as his fists. He slowly turned his gaze back to his mother who stood, defiantly with tears in her eyes.

"I know you are upset by this, but I will not let you speak to me in any manner," she spoke sternly. Draco scowled at both his parents and turned around, walking up to his room. Once inside his room, he sunk onto his bed and brooded. How could they? Just marry him off like that! What if the girl was a physcopath who wanted to kill everyone? What if she was half-dragon? He didn't know anything about the girl - hell, he didn't even think his parents knew anything about the girl. He got up suddenly, shuffling to his desk and writing a letter to Blaise, Pansy and Theo.

Sorry about leaving so early.

My parents just gave me some fantastic news.

I'm getting married.

When, I don't know. But I do know I'm not looking foward to it.

From,

Draco.

He didn't know why he wrote them letters, but he felt the need to rant to someone and he'd been damned if he confided in a house-elf. He called his eagle-owl, Vacinity, and gave her the three letters. "Take these to Pansy, Blaise and Theo," he ordered and with a soft hoot, she was gone. Draco leaned on the windowsill, glaring at the sun. He was eighteen. He had been able to make his own choices since last year. But, no, apparently, Draco was able to make his own choices when his parents got bored with making decisions. He was too young to marry. Besides, he couldn't marry anybody. He wasn't that kind of guy. He was more of a shag and chuck type of guy. He couldn't settle down. Draco sighed, frustrated and ran a hand through his short white-blond hair.

Hello! I'm AvadaKedavraisMyName, although your probably knew that by seeing my name pop up. Just felt the need to say so, though! This is my very first fanfiction and I'm a bit nervous. If you could tell me how I'm doing, that would be greatly appreciated!

Well, I won't bore you with this almost pointless AN. Just tell me if you like it so far in a review! :D

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P.S. Oh, and yes, Sebastia is Italian. So you could just use google translate to translate the word into English!