Authors Note: This is a new story which popped into my head. Read and tell me in your reviews of I should continue. What changed should be added, and where the story should head. Thanks! :D

This a female Harry story with a modern day twist.

And lastly, Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. Not me, and I shall not be repeating this on every chapter.

P.S. I am rewriting the story. There's too much spelling error and very childish. This chapter has been edited!

I don't know when it happened, or what happened. But it had happened. Everything became a blur. The past days blurred into one day. I could not seem to remember what happed, it was way too fast and all that I can remember was our "I do's."

I saw him for the first time in fifteen years, and Kaboom! Everyone assumed it was alright to get us married. No one gave a second though to what I wanted, what I had hoped for, what my plans for the future was, what I had dreamt for my future. I, Iris Potter was not asked if I believed in this union of marriage.

No, they thought that just because we were betrothed it was okay. NO! It was not okay. I don't even know this guy, what if he's gay? It was common for people of our status to marry for economic reasons, for businesses, for family. Understood that this was very common for people of our status, but just once it would have been nice if our parents took a step back and asked for our consent. I seriously did not think this would be happening to me, like come on. My father had actually left his bride at the alter and got himself married to my mother. I thought he would have understood, but apparently not. So many questions ran through my mind …

What if he has a girlfriend?

What if he's bisexual?

What if he cheats on me?

What if he's a jerk?

What of he and I never get a long?

What of our dreams are different?

What if we cannot compromise?

What if … I could go on and on, but, what good will it do? Nothing. Nothing at all.

I blame all this on my bloody parents. Parents could be such jerks! Sure my parents let me roam free for most of my childhood, no restrictions and no resistance, while my friends were stuck at home learning how to cat walk in six inch heels I was flying to the amazon to learn more about wild life. According to mom I had my career shaped, majority of my education over with, this was the ideal time for marriage. After all, I had just graduated from my Masters in Criminology months before at the age of eighteen. Oh, I almost forgot to mention, I'm a child prodigy.

Sigh

There was nothing I could no. I looked out to the world from the glass window of my husband's condominium at Paris, France. It had a breath taking view, an amazing outlook of the Eiffel Tower. I looked down at my bare feet to see my gorgeous pure white wedding dress covering them. Right after our wedding reception my husband and I, ohh it feels to weird to think of anyone as my husband, anyways HE and I flew down to Paris in my godfather's jet. Which of course he gifted as our wedding present. Perhaps this marriage thing was not all bad, after all I had received my own privet jet which I've been begging for ages.

Sigh

I frowned as I thought back to yesterday. The wedding. It was grand. It was a wedding which every little girl always dreamed about. Everything was perfect. The entire ceremony took place at his uncle's villa in Scotland. The place was breath taking, I would love to go back and visit there someday, someday far away when I no longer held ill memories of our forced union.

I felt like crying. Life could take so many surprise turns sometimes, it knocks you right off your heels.

Sigh

"You know you're going to get the frowns permanently fixed on your face if you do not stop frowning anytime soon."

My heart literally jumped right out of my chest leaving be gasping for breath. Turning around I found my husband standing bare chest with low rising sweat pant on while using a white towel to dry his hair. I had to admit, he was good looking. "How did you know I was frowning?"

He smiled, he looked just as tired as I was. "You've been frowning ever since we did our vows. It hasn't left your face since, not even when we were flying here."

"Was I now?" I rubbed my forehead hoping that my ongoing headache wouldn't turn into a full blown migraine. I hadn't even realised I was frowning so much. Rubbing my eyes I looked at my husband, he really was handsome. And why wouldn't he be, he was the heir of the Malfoy house. Draco Malfoy, his photo was published in every teen magazine, there were articles about him in under the most successful 20 Individuals in the World, under the age of thirty! He truly was one of a kind, apparently he took the Malfoy family business into a whole other direction. In almost every newspaper and news report, the Malfoy name had to come up somewhere, not to say that the Potter name didn't.

"Anyways, I suggest you stop frowning, a Malfoy women cannot be look like a forty years old at twenty five."

Oh, looks like thats one thing to check off the list of getting to know my husband. He was a jerk!

I rolled my eyes at him, "Well," I told him sweetly, "The Potter's do not judge people on their outward appearance, but what they prove themselves to be. FYI, you should take a look for yourself, you look like you have one foot in the grave and the other outside."

He raised his eyebrow. "Ouch!" he muttered as he pretended to rub his chest in pain. "I see you still are as sharp as ever, and here I thought married women mellowed out after marriage."

I rolled my eyes, mellowed my ass. "Well you thought wrong, surprising though seeing who you have as a mother!"

Draco narrowed his eyes as he hissed "Exactly what do you mean by that?"

I slowly walked up to him. "Well Draco," I said cupping his face in my palms, your mother is the Ice Queen, you aunt is the Ice Bitch. It's a well-known fact, if the women in your family haven't mellowed out, what makes you think I will?"

Grabbing my hand Draco pulled me closer while putting his other arm on my waist, "I see your tongue is just as sharp as the women in my family. Perhaps we are evenly matched after all. You'll get along so well with my family members."

I glared at him. I wanted to burn the smirk off his face.

Pressing himself even closet to me he whispered into my ears, "Girls usually embrace their husbands family after marriage, but it usually takes them sometime, but it's nice to see that you already have the qualities befitting Lady Malfoy!"

I wriggled by arms releasing myself from his embrace.

"Am glad you also know how much of a bitch you family can be. Usually girls have to plot to show their husband the darker side of his family, good to know I won't have to waste myself to such acts. I'm sure Aunt Bellatrix and I will enjoy a wonderful conversation on how to sterilize men over afternoon tea"

Draco threw his head back and laughed. "Dear wife of mine," he said as he walked away from me and towards the balcony, "Aunt Bella is going to love you. Embrace yourself to be the daughter she never had." Turning around he winked, "Welcome to the Malfoy Family love."

I narrowed my eyes as I watched him stand out in the balcony. I had tried to insult him, yet somehow he turned my insult into a compliment and left me standing here like a fool. Well one thing was for sure, being married to the heir of Malfoy ment life wouldn't be boring.

Turing around I walked out the room hunting for another bathroom. I hated steamy bathrooms. It was about time I got myself out of this dress. After all, wedding nights were wayy over rated.

Author's Note: So? What do you think? A good ending? Tell me, as it can improve the next chapter. But keep in mind, I will keep this story Harry well ... Iris and Draco.