DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters, no matter how many times I wish upon a star.
A/N: So this is my new story and I hope you guys enjoy this one.
"Draco, we will not discuss this for a second longer. What we have spoken is FINAL!" Narcissa Malfoy hissed in frustration. Draco screeched in outrage. Being forced to marry wasn't making this the best of days for Draco Malfoy.
"Please Draco; there is no need for the dramatics. We are Malfoy's, more importantly we are royalty. You know that is not how we carry ourselves." His father sighed.
"You knew that everyone in past generations have been engaged by the age of 21 and your 21st birthday is in a couple of months."
"Father, I do not bloody well desire a marriage to Daphne Greengrass. Annul the contract. I will not be forced into this absurdity of a wedding." Draco sneered. Lucius glared at his son.
"We did warn you of on your 19th birthday. We spoke to you about thinking about the future queen of our Hogwarts, but you were too busy in the media and having your tongue stuck down some random girls' throats." Draco glared right back at his father. He hated being a prince and all the press it brought him. His parents were King Lucius Malfoy and Queen Narcissa Malfoy and he was their "perfect" son Prince Draco Lucius of the reasons why he acted the way he did was so he could rebel away from his duties. Draco did not want to continue with arrangement. He was giving up on his will of choice. Suddenly a though accorded to him, he just hoped they would agree.
"Mother, Father, Give me 4 months to find my princess and if I fail to do so I will marry Daphne Greengrass with no argument." He asked hoping his parents would agree. They both share a glance. Draco felt a twinge of jealousy. His parents had one of the best marriages that he had ever seen. They could always communication with one another silently. There was no need for words. He could see that the way they carry and held themselves revolved around each other. He wanted that, but of course he would never admit that to anyone. It was hard enough to admit it to himself. He let his mind wonder, until his father cleared his throat, demanding attention.
"Very well Draco, you have 4 months but if your task is not completed by then you will marry Miss. Greengrass." His father agreed. Draco nodded once stiffly and left. He may have time to figure this whole thing out, but it doesn't mean he had to like it. He headed towards his quarter, in deep though.
Draco wanted to leave by next day. The sooner he started the better, he thought. He paused and wondered. 'How will I know that this woman truly loves me and is loyalty to me?' The woman that were usually around him were there because he was The Prince or because of publicity. He didn't really mind before, but he wanted a fiancé now, not an attention whore. Yes, he had to admit. He missed the companionship and couldn't wait to find it for entered his room.
It was decorated in a rich royal green color. It reminded him of his homeland. Slytherin, he though proudly. His room was three times the size of a regular bedroom. Draco had a king sized bed that was covered in gold and silver sheets. Draco walked to his bed and fell back onto it, staring up at the ceiling. He had a window that he often liked to sit on late at night. He couldn't do it in the day time because there were always paparazzi that were ready to shoot a photo.
An incident happened once where Draco was getting dressed near the window and the citizens were allowed to see their prince in all his shirtless glory. It wasn't that he was ashamed of how he looked. He knew he looked good, he had always maintained in a good physical body, but the fact that they spied on him on his own time was what bothered him. His room was where he had solitude away from everyone and everything. The place he was allowed to feel the most vulnerable. He felt a bit invaded.
Where was he going to go? Slytherin of course, but how to solve the dilemma of a loyal beauty was going to be rough.
"Why don't you just hide your identity and behave as a regular commoner." The voice suggested. Draco tilted his head to the side and saw his best friends, Pansy and Blaise.
"What are you two doing here?" He asked sitting up.
"What? You didn't think your mother would let you go alone, now did you. With all the trouble you've been getting in lately, you need us to keep you grounded." Pansy smirked. Draco scowled at opened his mouth to reply with a snarky comment, but Blaise interrupted
"So what's the game plan? Where exactly are you going to go?" Blaise asked. Draco hesitated and shrugged. He didn't really know what to do.
"Well I know that it will be in Slytherin- And maybe- maybe I will agree to Pansy's idea, but everyone in Slytherin knows that I'm the prince." Blaise and Pansy shared a quick glance.
"What was that?" He asked. Pansy stared at him with a confused face.
"What are you talking about?" Draco huffed, he wasn't stupid. "That glance you and Blaise just did." They just shrugged and he let it go. He had too much on his mind to think about them right now. He stored it in his mind for later.
"So Slytherin is about all I've got so far. Do you have any Suggestions?" He asked pleading. Blaise titled his head to the side for a moment then looked at Draco with questioning eyes and asked,
"Well what are the certain demands that this girl must have?" Draco thought for a second, while Pansy took a pen and paper. He smirked as he thought of one.
"She has to be beautiful for one. She can't be ugly. Can't have someone like that. She has to look good on my arm. And of course, Sexy." Blaise and Pansy both rolled their eyes at him. Their friend was to full of himself.
"She has to have a hot body. I mean curvy and a big bust with a fine arse." Draco smiled cockily. He fell back on the bed. "She should be of proper blood. I can't just go around marrying a commoner." He scoffed in disgust.
"She has to be intelligent. I can't have someone dead in the brains. She has to be a person that doesn't just let me walk all over her. I like a fight every once in a while, you know. I want her to be fun to be around. If I'm going to be married to her till I die, I might as well have a good time with her." He smirked.
"Is that it or does she have to have black hair and brown eyes, standing at the height of 5'2." Pansy said sarcastically. "Seriously Draco, that's a lot to demand for." Draco smiled.
"That just means when I find her, she be worth it." he said simply.
Blaise and Pansy had left earlier and Draco had ordered his maid to pack his things into 4 bags. Draco walked to his music room and sat down on his piano bench. There is where he could always be by himself. No one bothered him here. He placed his hands on the keys and pressed down lightly. The soft sounds filed his ears. His hands started playing on its' own accord. It played the familiar music. It was his mother's song. She loved to hear him play it for her.
"Draco it's beautiful as usual." a voice spoke. Draco stopped playing "Mother, Can I help you with something." he said. Still a bit anger at her.
She walked to the bench and sat down near him. Draco put his head on her shoulder, while kneading her fingers through his hair.
"Are you alright, my dragon?" she asked. Draco sighed. "This pressure you have on me, to find a fiancé in 4 months is a lot to ask for" he huffed.
"Draco be fair, your father and I warned you almost two years ago. You just chose not to listen to us, but to be fair we should have pushed you next time you will be more responsible about this. "Draco nodded and his mother kissed him in his forehead and got up to leave.
"Mother, I don't want to be king. I don't think I can." He admitted he ducked down his head. Narcissa stopped and walked back to bent down lifted his chin up and looked up at him.
"Draco, I think you have the power and strength to achieve anything you put your mind to. And as for not wanting to be king, it's not all that bad you know. You may actually enjoy it in the future." she suggested. Draco half smiled, his mother was the only person that could turn him from confident player to a sappy mother's boy. He just hoped that his future queen though so too. "You're my mother you have to say that." He was half joking-half serious.
"It doesn't mean it's not true, mm." Her finger tapped his nose lightly and she smiled as she got up.
While she was leaving she suddenly turned around and looked back at him, "Don't worry, Dragon. If she knows you, then she'll agree."
"Draco." No response
"Draco." Giggling sounds were heard in the background.
"DRACO." Draco startled, woke up suddenly and turned over. "What Do You Want?" He hissed at them. Blaise and Pansy smiled identically bright.
"Good Morning, My Prince." Pansy smirked, opening the curtains. The sunlight beams happily down at response was not mutual. Draco groaned and pulled the covers over his eyes.
"Oh no you don't. You have an hour till we leave and we won't want to be late now do we." Blaise spoke in a sing-song the covers down off of him. Draco twitched and curled into to get some kind of worth.
"And this is our future king. "Pansy teased.
"I can't be late. I own a jet." He said angrily. "Your parents own a plane, not you." Blaise stated matter factly. Draco huffed. He had a feeling he wasn't going to get off this easy.
"Why are the servants only taking down 1 bag? I had 4 packed last night." He asked bewildered an hour later.
"I have already packed your luggage, so you can stop with all the complaining." Pansy said.
"What kind of clothes" Draco asked wondering what was the trick.
"Well if you want to blend in and not bring the media to you, you have to remain invisible and it can hardly be accomplished with fine tailored suits and designer clothes made of the finest silk, can it?" Blaise stated in an obvious matter.
Draco closed his mouth and let them continue on with their plan. They were all coming with him and were under the protection of being college students. He hoped this all worked out and the next time he walked along these halls he would have someone there with him.
A/N: Well there you have it. The first chapter and worry it gets better. Now I'm a person that thrives of good feedback, so please, you know what to do. An dalso I don't really love the title name for this story, so if you have any suggestions, it's wlcome.