"And do you Draco Malfoy, accept Hermione Granger as your wife to love her and for her in sickness and health till death does you apart?"

"I do." says Draco Malfoy.

And it's those two words that mark the beginning of my downfall.

Okay, okay, I know I exaggerated a tad bit up there, but oh, come on. What do you want me to say? That everything's fine, perfect? That my family isn't breaking apart, that my mother isn't getting married to a prat, and that now I have to

move live in Malfoy Manor for half a week every single month till I'm 17?

You think that's okay?

A big, creepy, old mansion with ugly paintings, erotic sculptures and a torture room?

Okay, the torture room is pretty cool I'll hand it that. And the erotic sculpture...well, they aren't THAT erotic but!

It's not okay.

I'M NOT OKAY.

My mother has gotten married to a death eater, mum and dad don't talk to each other anymore and you know the worst part of it?

No, it's not the manor, the fights, the falling apart, the gossip den that Hogwarts has become or that it's awkward between my family and me now.

No.

It's much worse.

It's Scorpius Malfoy.

My new step brother.