"Draco!"
"Draaaacooo, wake up!"
Said male groaned and rolled over pulling his pillow over his ears. It was way too early for him to have to deal with his fiancé's insistent harping.
He felt her hands trying to pull his pillow away from him and he just held it tighter until the force left all of her motions.
"Draco, why are you ignoring me? You shouldn't do this to your betrothed, its mean. Especially on your wedding day" Pansy Parkinson whined.
He could just picture her face from under his pillow safe haven, scrunched up and frowning. Unattractive to say the least, but her personality grated in an even worse way.
He continued to ignore her until she gave up totally and wandered away. Once gone, he sat up and breathed a sigh of relief. He thought she would never leave.
He thought back to how he had gotten stuck in this position… and it still seemed as hopeless as it did when he first got into this mess.
"Draco, you must do something for our family, to regain our standing among the elite. Malfoys simply don't belong among the simpleminded rabble that we have been reduced to the ranks of!"
"Yes, well, what do you suppose I do mother? If you haven't noticed, the name 'Malfoy' is regarded with the same hatred and disgust as 'He-who-must-not-be-named'." He had intoned back to his mother, who had not quite recovered from losing her husband to Azkaban when the war had ended. Something in her had broken losing her husband and then almost in the same breath her son.
"Well I was conversing with Mrs. Parkinson if you will, and she happened to mention the lack of ah… suitable pureblood male pickings for her Pansy. You went to school with her correct? You should know her quite well then in that case…" His mother's carefully up kept eyebrow raised itself as if daring him to disagree.
"What are you getting at mother?" he asked her, slowly. He really hoped it wasn't what he thought it would be.
"I arranged for you to become engaged to Pansy. A close connection like marriage would so improve our social standing, don't you think? Now Mrs. Parkinson and I realize that you two are quite young and that you have never properly courted despite several years of opportunity, so we set the date for the bonding ceremony for in 3 years during the winter solstice." Narcissa slowly explained her plan to ruin his life.
They had fought for days, and he eventually gave in when she threatened to slit her wrist. Narcissa couldn't help being bred to be the manipulative bitch that she was, even to her own son, he reasoned, it was just part of her being. Draco couldn't let his mother hurt herself after all, so he final agreed. The harpy that was Pansy Parkinson had since been attached at his hip.
He hated it.
He had hated HER.
Three years later and that feeling had only intensified to gigantic proportions.
He groaned and got up to get ready for the worst day of his entire life.
