Sorry guys that I have not updated my story until now. I was just very unhappy with the way it was going. I've tweaked the first chapter and have completely changed the following ones. I didn't like it because it was focusing too much on characters that aren't even in the books, so I figured I'd change it around to we'd have more of Draco and people we know. So, hope you like it better. Review and let me know. Also, check out another story that I have been writing. It's called "Who Are You and What Have You Done With My Dad?" It focuses in on the Malfoy family and is a rather funny story. No child abuse or incest there. That story is also one of the reasons why it's taken me so long to write more on this story.

Okay, so I am once again basing my story upon a show I was watching, well, actually it was movie, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, and I just thought that it would make a funny, kind of weird, story. I was just really bored. Hope you enjoy and I hope that the document gets uploaded correctly; been having problems with it. If it doesn't, I apologize.

Summery: This is post-Hogwarts. Probably about five years after Draco, Harry, Ron, and Hermione graduated. Tensions were building until one year ago war broke out. Draco became a Death Eater, what other choice for a life did he have, and the dream team work with the ministry and the Order of the Phoenix. Anyway, wackiness ensues as seven lonely Death Eaters decide they want to get married, however, the women are less than willing. At least at first. The big question is, will the good guys be able to save the girls before it's too late; but more importantly, will the girls want to be saved?

Chapter One: The Punishment

"Oh, my God!" was all that Draco could think after he apparated in front of a rather shabby looking farm house, two stories, but still rather small, with chipped paint, dirty windows, and shutters that looked like they were about to fall off. Off to the left of the house stood an equally run-down barn, its door wide open and a pig and a couple of chickens coming from out of it.

"Why did Voldemort have to send me here to this puke hole?" Draco asked himself, but he already knew the answer.

Draco had failed a mission, well actually two. He had first been assigned the job of capturing Hermione Granger as she was making life very difficult for the Death Eaters. Every time they tried to unleash a horrible curse upon a town, conjure up some monster to sick on the muggles and mudbloods, or attempt some other brilliant plan, Hermione always figured out a way to stop it, causing many of the Death Eaters to meet unfortunate ends at the hands of Voldemort.

Draco was sent to capture, or kill her, whatever he felt like doing, but had been foiled by Harry Potter and Hermione's, now husband, Ron Weasley. "Damn them!"

The second assignment that Draco had been given was to steal some newly discovered, and very valuable documents containing some of the most ancient and dark magic imaginable. Against his better judgment, Draco had been forced by Geoffery Blathe, a very ambitious Death Eater who barely outranked Draco, to take Vincent Crabbe along with him. Draco knew that he could do the job himself, and so did Blathe, but there was a lot of animosity between the two and so Draco was forced to take the clumsy Crabbe along.

Draco had almost had his hands upon the documents when the alarm had sounded. The alarm charm that Crabbe had ensured him was terminated, was actually still intact and working. The building had been quickly swamped with aurors and Draco and Crabbe had barely been able to escape.

For these two failed assignments Draco was to be punished. Usually a Death Eater who had failed would have been sentenced to death, however, being the son of Voldemort's most loyal follower did have its advantages. He was sent to this god-forsaken Hell-hole to take over as the commander, due to the fact that the last leader had mysteriously disappeared.

So now, both he and Crabbe were standing outside of one of the most horrible and depressing places imaginable, a run-down old farm. When you're used to a place like Malfoy manor, having to stay in a building that had less than thirty-five rooms was a horrible thought. But, here he was, ordered to remain at this out-post until told otherwise, meaning he could be there for years, or at least until the war was over, which could take years.