Summary: When Draco is unwillingly engaged to Pansy Parkinson due to his parents and the scheming pug herself; Draco is faced with three options. Which one will he choose? One thing is certain. Anything could happen.
WARNING!: This should be a rather tame fic, with maybe some coarse language, possible sexual scenes, some scheming, a little evilness, a lot of sarcasm and wit. Sounds good to me, but if it doesn't sound like your cup of tea, please go find another story that would be more to your liking.
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Author' Note:
Hey everyone! This is my first Draco Malfoy/Luna Lovegood story, and I've never read a story of this pairing before to my knowledge, though I'm going to go check them out later since this was really fun to write. So anyways, hopefully this won't be too cliched for this pairing. I hope you all like my work, and I can't wait to continue onto the next chapter.
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You did WHAT?!
Chapter One
"You did WHAT?!" Draco screeched at the entirely too smug looking Pansy Parkinson. His knees buckled out from under him as he began hyperventilating, luckily Blaise caught him before he hit the ground, and helped him stand once more.
"Well you see," Pansy smirked evilly, which distorted her face until she really did look like the pug the Gryffindors had always claimed she resembled. "I know what I want, and you haven't given it to me." Here she paused to inspect her overly long crimson nails. "But now you have no choice," she cackled wickedly. "You are mine Draco Malfoy." A maniacal glint entered her eyes as she uttered that statement, causing her dark brown eyes to sparkle malevolently. "Mine." She intoned once more before claiming the shocked blond' lips in a fierce but brief kiss and disappearing up the staircase to the Slytherin girls' dorms.
"Did she?" he asked bewildered as he wiped the Pansy slobber off his lips and uttered a breath freshening charm as well as a cleaning charm to get rid of her taste on his lips and in his mouth. Eww...
"Afraid so." His friend responded sadly.
"But- but-" Draco stammered as he collapsed in exhaustion onto one of the many overstuffed couches littering the Slytherin common room, thanking Merlin that only Blaise had witnessed the encounter.
"I thought your parents had decided not to arrange your marriage Drake." The dark haired boy asked reproachfully.
"I thought so too." Came the short response.
"Maybe she was lying?" Blaise suggested hopefully.
"I haven't the foggiest." The blond slumped in defeat, posture lessons from his childhood momentarily forgotten.
"What am I going to do?" he asked his childhood friend in despair.
"What can you do?" Blaise returned, "If you don't…" he trailed off, swallowing instinctively in a futile attempt to try to dislodge the lump that had just appeared in his throat.
"I die…" Draco finished Blaise' sentence for him.
"Maybe your parents?" Blaise suggested helpfully.
"Are you kidding?" Draco asked in a very monotone voice, that sent shivers down his friend' back at the very wrong-ness of Draco Malfoy speaking in such a defeated and lifeless tone. "You heard her Blaise." He shuddered.
"But surely they wouldn't have-" he tried, only to be cut off by the blond.
"They would." Draco said sadly.
"But they're your parents…" Blaise offered.
"Exactly." The blond deadpanned.
"It doesn't make sense though." The dark haired boy protested weakly.
"Have you ever met my parents?" Draco asked his friend in a voice that suggested that he was talking to someone with a lower intelligence level, causing Blaise to roll his eyes.
"Your parents love you Drake."
"I know, but that doesn't mean that they wouldn't sign the arranged marriage documents the Parkinsons have been pushing on them since forever." He tried to explain.
"If they were going to marry you off they would have done it ages ago Drake." Blaise whispered as he hugged his distressed friend close to him.
"You're wrong Blaise." Draco shuddered as he wrapped his arms around his friend, accepting all the comfort his welcome presence had to offer him.
"It's not like you can't get out of the contract if they did sign it for some reason." Blaise whispered in an attempt to cheer his friend up.
Gasping back a sob, Draco felt the tears that he had been holding back begin to fall.
"Wrong again." He whispered into his friend' warm shoulder.
"What do you mean?" Blaise asked worriedly in as calm a voice as he could manage at the moment.
"I only have three options after they've signed the papers." Draco sighed.
"Yes." Blaise prompted.
"I can go through with the marriage and be stuck with Pansy in my life and in my bed for the rest of my life." Draco made a face at that horrible option.
"Eww..." Blaise said.
"It gets worse." Draco said.
"How could it?"
"We have to produce at least one heir." Draco gagged at the very thought.
Blaise winced sympathetically upon hearing this.
"A divorce?" he suggested.
"If we get divorced we both die instantly." Came the unenthusiastic reply.
"Ouch."
"You're telling me."
"Next option?" he asked hopefully.
"I don't accept the papers and the arranged marriage is terminated."
"So? What's the catch?" Blaise asked wirily.
"I die." The blond responded with a sardonic smile.
"Lovely."
"After I get disowned and disinherited by my family, stripped of the name Malfoy and tossed onto the streets without a knut to my name to either die of dehydration, hunger or freeze to death. If by some miracle, I manage to avoid those, I still die a month to the day I terminated the papers." Draco recited from memory.
"Of course." Blaise muttered angrily.
"Of course." Draco agreed, a small smirk gracing his pale features.
"How can you be so calm about this?" Blaise whispered brokenly.
"I'm a Malfoy Blaise. It's part of the job description." Draco sighed.
"I'll bet." his friend chuckled weakly.
He loved Draco like a brother and he felt like his heart was being squeezed in his chest right about now. It was disconcerting that Drake appeared so...calm and collected at a time like this.
In that moment, Blaise couldn't remember a time when he had hated the blasted Malfoy mask more.
Drake was obviously hurting, but he had been trained not to let his feelings show.
It was depressing.
"It's really not so bad." Draco tried to cheer up his worried friend.
"How?"
"I don't know..." Draco said defeated. "I'll think of something."
"The third option." Blaise asked unenthusiastically, trying to lighten the mood.
"I find my soul mate and manage to get them to fall in love with me and I with them." Draco responded sadly.
"Soul mate?" Blaise enquired, "But I thought that was just a myth?" he asked in bewilderment.
"So did I." Draco responded despondently.
"You are going to try the third option I take it?" Blaise asked.
"What option do I have?" Draco responded. "Death or Pansy, aren't really options at all." He shivered in revulsion and fear.
"Okay, so we find you your soul mate." Blaise said decidedly.
"We?" Draco asked hopefully. Blaise couldn't possibly mean…
"We." Blaise confirmed.
"You did think that I'd leave you to fend for yourself now did you?" he asked the blond seriously. "We are in this together Drake. We always were. You're my best friend. Of course I'll help you."
"Sap." Draco said as he hugged Blaise tightly.
"What would I do without you?" the blond wondered aloud.
"Be terribly bored and have an even bigger head because there would be no one to help deflate it." Blaise teased, tightening his hold on the smaller boy in his arms.
"Prat." Draco accused lightly.
"Pot. Kettle. Black." Blaise responded in a singsong voice, prompting Draco to smack him lightly on the arm.
"Okay smart ass, how do we find my soul mate?" the blond asked his friend.
"Why do you immediately assume I have a plan?" Blaise pouted.
"Because you always have a plan." Draco responded, rolling his eyes.
"True," Blaise smirked. "It comes with being the most Slytherin student." He finished, directing a smirk at his now fuming friend.
"Are not." Draco pouted.
"I am the Slytherin King Draco, it's time you accept that." Blaise said, ruffling the shorter boy' hair.
"Then why am I called the Slytherin Ice Prince?" Draco challenged his friend, glaring as he rearranged his hair.
"Note the use of the word Prince." Blaise teased. "Or maybe the part about the ice...Who knows Drake, maybe they somehow got wind of your love for figure skating..." he trailed off, obviously trying to reign in his laughter.
"You promised never to mention that at Hogwarts." Draco whispered furiously, after quickly slapping a hand over his friend' mouth.
A muffled answer came from beneath his hand.
"Promise to behave?" Draco asked his friend, releasing him only after he nodded his head yes, eyes still twinkling with mirth.
"Urgh," Draco pouted. "So what about your amazing plan oh wise and powerful King?" he said sarcastically.
"You are going to have to compromise your position on some matters…" Blaise trailed off.
"Blaise." Draco said warningly.
"And ask for help." Blaise continued undeterred, ignoring the glare sent his way by the blond.
"And be polite." Blaise finished.
"Who?" Draco asked. He had a really bad feeling that Blaise would say…
"We need to go to Granger."
"I refuse." Draco said haughtily.
"What other choice do we have?" Blaise asked, using Draco' own words against him.
"So," Blaise ventured after a couple minutes of comfortable silence.
"Just ask your question." The blond chided lightly, resting his head on his friend' chest.
"How long do we have?"
"To find my soul mate?" Draco asked.
"Yeah."
"Till my seventeenth birthday." The blond responded, lightly pulling away from his friend' comforting warmth.
"June 5th." Blaise breathed.
"Today is March 2nd." Draco responded to the unasked question.
"Funny how it works out to be exactly three months and three days." Blaise commented.
"And it will take three days to contact my parents and terminate the contract, pleading the third option."
"What happens if you fail?" Blaise asked, worried once more.
"Then, my actions are to be considered as the second option and its consequences must follow." Draco answered.
"So you have a chance to find your soul mate, fall in love, stay alive, and not be disinherited or disowned." Blaise summarized.
"And even if I fail, I've have three extra month to live." Draco confirmed.
"Three months…" Draco echoed his previous words.
"Don't worry Drake, we won't fail." Blaise promised.
"How do you know that Granger will even accept to help me?" the blond asked worriedly.
"Us." Blaise chided lightly.
"Us," Draco conceded.
"We haven't been on the best of terms you know..." he trailed off uncertainly, nibbling on his bottom lip.
"You mean the whole Mudblood and bullying thing?" Blaise asked sardonically.
"I'm not a bully." Draco protested.
"Uh huh..."
"Potter refused my hand, not the other way around! And Weasel was horrible from the very beginning making fun of my name. And Granger-"
"Wasn't even friends with them at that point." Blaise cut in.
"My father would have-"
"Been displeased." Blaise supplied helpfully.
"Stop doing that!" Draco pouted.
"You know Drake, you don't always have to listen to your father." Blaise said.
"I know...It's just hard sometimes..."
"To let people see the real you? Give them the chance to hurt you like Potter did?" Blaise supplied quietly.
"Yeah." Draco replied, head down.
"You'll always have me Drake." Blaise vowed, provoking a happy smile from his friend. "And I already know what a prat you are and everything," he teased. Laughing when Draco stuck his tongue out at him childishly.
"So how do we know she'll help us then?" Draco asked once more.
"Because, she's a Gryffindor." Blaise said, as if it answered the question, and oddly enough, it did. And a good person to boot, Blaise thought in the privacy of his mind.
"True." Draco drawled amusedly.
"So how could we fail?" Blaise said confidently.
"Well-" Draco began.
"Shush you!" Blaise replied annoyed.
"You will not die. Do you hear me Draco Malfoy? So help me, I won't let you!" Blaise uttered passionately.
"Why Blaise darling," Draco wrapped his arms around the taller boy' neck. "I never knew you cared so much about little old me." He said dramatically, fluttering his eyelashes prettily.
"Bed." Blaise ordered his obviously deranged friend.
"So soon?" the blond simpered.
"Draco." Blaise said, warning obvious in his voice.
"Oh, you never let me have any fun anymore." Draco pouted as he headed towards the staircases leading to the Slytherin boys' dorms.
"Only because you are bloody bonkers." Blaise muttered.
"Hey!" Draco exclaimed loudly, "I resent that!"
"Sure you do Blondie," Blaise said, tugging a lock of his friend' hair fondly.
"Hmph," Draco pouted as his friend laughed at his expression.
"Come on," Blaise said, restraining a yawn.
"Fine." Draco agreed.
He could sleep.
They had both had way too much drama tonight.
"Goodnight Blaise."
"Night Drake."
Hopefully things would look better in the morning. Who knows, maybe this was all just a dream, Draco thought tiredly as he succumbed to Morpheus' welcoming embrace.
Hey guys! So, what do you think about the beginning of my very first Draco Malfoy/Luna Lovegood story? I love Draco and Blaise' friendship here. It is so sweet.
Oh, and for all of you lovely readers who were wondering what I was talking about when Draco "succumbed to Morpheus' welcoming embrace", I was talking about him falling asleep.
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