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He's asked me to marry him, you know.
Haven't you ever read a novel where the man asks the woman to marry him and then some distraction comes that prevents her from answering? Well, that's what's happened to me.
It's a good thing too. I've got three others to answer. I know it may make me seem like an evil witch who seduces young men until they ask her to marry them.
But it's not like that. You should see the selection. There's Millicent, and of course, she has a wonderful mind and can be incredibly deep, but she's not what you'd call pretty. Sure, there are pretty pureblood women out there. But in the pureblood population, the amount of males is nearly twice as the women. And when it's those odds, men are hurrying to grab the best ones before someone else can.
And I'm not saying I'm one of the best ones. I'm not ugly, but I'm not as smart as Millicent and I can't express my feelings half as well as any of the less fortunate girls who have just graduated from school.
Trust me, when you've befriended half the pureblood males open in your entire country, you're on the top of the short list as always.
There's a reason for the lack of young pureblood women. Every man wants a son. He wants to carry on the name and have someone who can be just like he is. Women don't really have a say, but a number of women have been forced by their husbands to produce children until a boy comes along. My father was very disappointed in my Mother when she failed to produce more than one child. But he's dead now.
Anyway, I've got four choices. There's Blaise, Theodore, Adrian, and Draco. I know who I want to marry. But he was the last one to ask me.
I could just say yes to Draco and send the other three a wedding invitation. But it seems very cruel. I'll have to tell them who I've chosen.
Marrying him can't be that bad, after all. He's smart, and cunning, and witty. Conceited, yes, short-tempered, yes, but he's still the man I have loved for two years.
I don't know how the relationship ended. It just did. Nobody set it in stone, but we decided it was time to let it go. I still love him, and he still loves me. And now we'll be together. Forever.
Blaise won't be too sad. He's gorgeous, it won't be hard to him to find another pretty pureblood. Theodore can't be too crushed. He's not all that spectacular and had a mind slightly smarter than Crabbe's. Slightly. I really don't know Adrian all that well. He seems nice though.
But I'm marrying Draco. I've known him since my first few months of life and he knows me better than anyone. He can tell my expressions when I'm not showing any. He can tell what I'm thinking when he says something or whenever someone else says something.
He knows how to treat me. And he better treat me right. Because it's a new time, a new era. I don't give a damn if Mother says that I'm not supposed to contradict my husband and I'm supposed to always let him have his way. Draco knows me well enough to know I won't let him have full reign.