The Prince's Princess
Chapter 1- The Marriage Clause
Disclaimer- I don't own any Harry Potter.
Summery- Draco is told that he is the prince of a small country and that he must marry to become king and get half of his inheritance. But what happens when he picks the one person he thought that he would never see after they graduate?
Draco walked into his father's executor's office. HE really didn't want to be there, but he had no choice since he was his father's only heir. He didn't care about the money that was used to kill so many innocent people during the war. He could earn his own money; he didn't need his father's dirty money.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, I am glad you could make it on such sort notice. As you most likely you are the only recipient of your father's estate, since you're mother's unfortunate passing. What you may not know, was that your father was the king of a country called Quinby. Therefore you are the Prince of this small country." Mr. Parnell stated once Draco was sitting.
"Excuse me! What did you just say?" Draco asked a little stunned.
Mr. Parnell cleared his throat, folded his hands, looked Draco straight in the eyes and said, "You are the Prince of Quinby."
"You have got to be shitting me!"
"I assure you that there is no shitting involved. Now there are a few conditions f to you becoming the king and receiving your fortune."
"Lay it on me. Nothing could get worse." Draco said leaning forward in his chair.
"You, Mr. Malfoy, must marry by the time you are twenty. Only then will you receive the title of king but also half if your inheritance. You must also stick with the first girl you choose; in other words you may not back out of the marriage clause."
"WHAT! What if this girl turns out to be some nut case! This is crazy, crazy, CRAZY! I don't even want his fucking money. He is even controlling my life after death. What the hell? My life can't get any worse! I hate him, I HATE HIM!"
While Draco continued his hissy fit Mr. Parnell tried to say, "You also must have a child… ah hell with it! He isn't even listening!" Mr. Parnell just leaned back in his chair to watch Draco rant and rave.
Just as Draco was going to sit down he stubbed his toe on the desk and started screaming, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"Mr. Malfoy if you are quite done complaining, you have a plane to catch to the capital of Quinby. Once there you must choose your future wife." Mr. Parnell explained.
"A pl…pl…plane! Muggle transportation and finitely don't mix. NO way am I going in that unsafe thing!" Draco screamed, "I think I will take my broom thank you."
"If you must take the broom I suggest that you take one of my security guards to make sure you arrive… safely."
"Fine, I'll take the damn plane." Draco said as he stormed out of the office.
When he reached the main floor he was ushered into a limo and was taken to the airport.
A/N- There you guys go! Chapter number one is complete and number two is on it's way. Please Read and Review.