A/N: This is just a light hearted comedy/romance fic. It is also my first. Creative Criticism would be appreciated! Now on with the story!

Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy could only be described as elegant, graceful, refined and…cold. People said that they weren't capable of love, that they didn't know how to love. Pfft. They knew how to love, they just didn't love that many people. No, their love only extended to their family. With their son they were not cold at all, they were like your everyday parents…..with a hell lot of money and not having enough restraint on their emotions to decline him anything.

Every event, every ball that Lucius Malfoy attended with Narcissa on his arm, gliding through the room with such grace, such superiority that heads turned people would say that she was a trophy wife! Oh how people liked to talk! Trophy wife! As if Narcissa Black Malfoy would ever consent to be treated that way. In public she was the perfect pureblood wife; but within that walls of Malfoy Manor she was a different person entirely, dancing with her husband, listening to Draco tell them stories about his latest adventure in Hogwarts over dinner and laughing along with her son and her husband hanged to hear her son sulking about his petty problems over a game of chess and training Draco to duel. She always felt that self defense was extremely important. He was also trained in the Dark Arts which he absolutely detested using courtesy of Bellatrix.

There was one thing that wasn't an act meant for the public. The Malfoys believed in blood superiority through and through or at least they had, that is until the war. Fear of losing their son to Voldemort had opened their eyes that there were important things, bigger things than who was pureblood and half-blood and Mudblood. To hell with it! What did it matter anyway!

And that was why the Malfoys had contacted her. And now they were waiting for Draco in the dining room to break the news to him. They had no idea how he would take it, but they hoped that he wouldn't be too angry. Either way it was just a suggestion in the end. They could both decline and no harm would come, other than the fact that there was a chance that one of the oldest Malfoy traditions would be broken. Sure they could find other witches for him but none were Hermione.

''Good Evening Mother, Father'' Draco greeted them, gracefully sliding in a chair.

''Hello Draco'' they acknowledged.

''I was under the impression that you wanted to talk to me about something'' he asked.

His parents had been gone all afternoon and had just returned. His father had asked him to join them for dinner and told him that they had something very important to discuss with him. He had a good idea about what it might be, but he wasn't sure.

''Actually yes, Draco. You know that you have to marry by your twenty-fifth birthday or one of the most ancient Malfoy traditions would be broken. We wanted to know if you had someone in mind. After all there are only two months left'' his father said matter-of-factly.

''No Father, I don't but I'm sure that you two do'' he responded, his eyes shining brightly.

He never had a real girlfriend. When he was younger people thought that Pansy was his girlfriend but in reality she was his best friend. Contrary to people's belief Pansy was by no means a bitch. She was extremely caring towards her friends. She just knew what to do to get what she wanted; she was sorted in Slytherin for a reason. They had tried it once in fifth year and it got super awkward. After that one try they had just let it be and had gone back to being just best friends. In seventh year Pansy started dating Blaise Zabini, who she was now married too. After Crabbe's death and Goyle's imprisonment Draco had started to hang out with Zabini and found his company enjoyable.

Since Draco more or less didn't have a love life he had decided to let his parents play match-maker. He was sure that they would find a suitable witch for him, someone whose company he would enjoy and maybe someday grow to love.

He knew that this day would be coming soon and he had almost been waiting for it.

His parents shared a fleeting glance, almost too small to be noticed but he caught it.

''Well?'' he pressed. ''Who is she?''

''Hermione Granger'' his mother replied not beating around the bush.

Draco stared at his parents for a moment as if they had gone crazy and then started laughing so hard that he fell off his chair. He got up clutching his sides and trying to breathe between laughs.

''You guys got me there'' he managed to get out of his mouth. ''For a second I actually thought you wanted me to marry her''

Lucius arched an eyebrow. ''We weren't joking, Draco'' he said.

Draco felt his breath catch in his throat. Surely his parents couldn't be serious! ''Hermione Granger? As in Muggleborn Granger? Harry Potter's best friend?'' he asked.

''The one and only'', his mother confirmed while his father nodded.

Ok so maybe letting his parents play match maker had not been such a great idea. His parents had finally gone off their rocker. He briefly wondered if this was an after effect of his father's stint in Azkaban but quickly banished that thought. His father had already gone through the despair that came with finally getting out of Azkaban and had fully recovered. He couldn't come up with a plausible excuse for why his parents were acting this way. In the end he just decided to hear them out.

''Explain yourselves'' he finally said.

''Well as you know this is the most ancient tradition and we knew for a fact that you didn't have a witch in mind whom you deemed suitable enough to actually marry. So when there were only three months left before the deadline we started looking for someone who would be worthy of being a Malfoy, just in case. Naturally she had to be someone who had enough brain cells in her to keep up with the society and you. Now in the past our first priority would have been blood but now we looked for someone who would be able to uphold the Malfoy name which spells grace and beauty along with intelligence and a strong character. We only found one woman suited to be a Malfoy'' his father stated.

''But why her? What's so special about her? Surely there are other woman in the world who Have 'beauty and grace along with intelligence and a strong character' '' he said—making air quotes. ''And how could you have been sure that I wasn't seeing someone, for all you could have known I could have been madly in love''

''We knew that you weren't seeing someone because you didn't have that aura around you that comes with being in love and I am your mother, give me some credit. Besides if you had been seeing someone it would have come out over a game of chess. And to answer your question as to why her will be the perfect Malfoy. She has grown up to be beautiful, is exceedingly intelligent, has no weaknesses that the public knows of and has strength. Just as a Malfoy should be'' Narcissa recited primly.

''Strength?'' Draco asked, looking confused.

''Like father, like son'' his mother muttered under her breath. ''I meant inner strength. Not every fifteen year old can claim to face Death Eaters and live to tell the tale. Not everyone could lie to Bella under torture and not many can say that they helped to bring down the most powerful Dark Wizard ever all before she was 19.''

''Oh'' Draco said, unable to form any longer sentence, his brain trying to absorb everything. Suddenly another thought occurred to him.

''You went to meet her today, didn't you?'' he asked all ready knowing the answer.

''Yes'' his father replied, confirming his fears.

He groaned and rested his head against his chair. There was no way in hell that Granger would marry him. He waited his parents to tell him what she had said but they made no move of speaking.

''Well?'' he finally asked. ''Did she say no?''

'' Do you think we would be asking you to marry her if she had said no?'' his father replied with a question of his own. ''Use that brain of yours.''

Lucius certainly had a point; they wouldn't have brought it up if she had said no or they would have only mentioned it in passing and not be actually telling him all the details.

''I suppose not. What did she say?''

''She said that she needed time to think'' his mother answered. ''I told her that we are going to talk to you tonight and she will know your answer through the Black family tree the minute you make it, likewise we will know her.''

Draco was dumbstruck at what he had just learned, though he knew that his parents were nothing if not persuasive this was a milestone for even them. To think that his parents wanted him to marry the girl who they once loathed with all they had, just for her heritage and to actually convince her to even consider marriage with him.

''Whatever did you two say to her'' he asked, curiosity finally getting the best of him.

''Nothing but the truth, and just in case you are wondering, we have told her absolutely everything and are not trying to trick her into marrying you, whatever she chooses, she will choose while knowing all the facts and all the duties expected of her '' he's father replied with a smirk.

Draco raised an eyebrow at just how well his father knew him, he had actually thought that but before he had a chance to dwell on it he's father had cleared it up. He desperately wanted to get the details of just what his parents had said but he knew that he wouldn't get anything else out of them.

He let his mind take in everything and turned to look at his parents. They were looking at him expectantly, waiting for an answer; their food lay forgotten in front of them. He knew that his parents were dead serious. Could he see himself living his life with Granger? It would have been a sin to even think that when he was younger but times had changed. Wasn't this what they had fought for? That a Muggleborn and a Pureblood could live together without any barrier, any prejudice.

It was a well-known fact that Granger was extremely intelligent, the brightest witch of her age, they called her. The last time he had seen her was at his trial when she had came with Potter and Weasley to testify for him. And in the end it was her testimony that kept him out of Azkaban.

His mother had saved Potter's life so obviously she wouldn't be going to Azkaban and Potter had called in a favor for his father, after which he was let off with a fine and tracking and spell detecting charms on his wand, as compared to life imprisonment in Azkaban that he was previously facing. His father had donated a lot of money to the Ministry to repair war damage and to war victims; he had also made a public apology for everything he had done and Voila! It seemed as if the Malfoys were never Death Eaters and the Ministry was once again fawning over Lucius.

''You didn't deserve any of it'' she had said when Draco had thanked her and apologized for his past actions. And although she hadn't said anything he knew that he had been forgiven. He couldn't get over just how self less she truly was. He, Draco Malfoy who had taunted her for years, had called her a Mudblood at every turn and she had forgiven him just like that.

They also had a rather unusual history, it wasn't a good history but it was a history nonetheless and it would be better to marry her then to some other girl who he knew nothing about and who was only after his money and the Malfoy name.

If he married her then she would be a good companion and friend. He could take this chance to get to know her and dare he say even love her? No he wouldn't think about that. Friends first.

If he married her she was someone with whom he would be able to share anything and count on her to give him an honest opinion and advice if he needed it but she would never push him and he knew that if he did marry her then she would support him in everything.

It was definitely worth a try.

And if it didn't work there was always the option of divorce, who cares if no Malfoy had divorced his 'better half' before, no Malfoy had married a Muggleorn before either and he was going to do it.

''I'll marry her, that is if she wants me too of course'' he finally told his parents.

The moment the sentence left Draco's mouth a red light shot from a room around the corner from the patio where he was sitting and engulfed Draco.

'She knows' Draco thought.

He looked up and saw his parents grinning like crazy and he knew there was no going back and strangely enough he didn't regret his decision.

A/N: So? How was it? I want to know if it's worth continuing. You see that pink button down there? Well go on and click on it and tell me how you feel.