Whoa, I managed to rewrite this also. I'm proud of myself. Have fun reading this thing and review :3

I'm having an operation next Monday so I won't be able to write for a few days. It would be hard to write from there, but maybe I would write something on paper. Old fashion way is sometimes the best.

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"Draco, can we talk?" The blonde nodded as he watched his father walk up the stairs to his temporary study. Draco followed and walked into a spacious, but cozy room. He sat in one of the comfortable chair. His father moved to a small bar that was standing near the fireplace. The flames inside were dancing ferociously with each other, nearly hypnotizing anyone who looked at them.

Lucius took out a bottle of Firewhiskey sighing quietly. He knew Draco would start shouting as soon as he hears the news. He put the bottle and two glasses on the table. Draco looked at him with consternate look on his face.

"I received the letter yesterday. It seems that someone wants me to sign a marriage contract with you. I said yes." He watched Draco's eyes widen, whole blood draining from his face.

"What?! Father, you can't…!" He protested, but was soon silenced by his father sharp tone.

"I can. I should have done this years ago, but I waited until you find somebody that will want you to marry him. You didn't, so now I have to make a move." Draco reached for the bottle unconsciously and poured himself a lot of alcohol. He felt he was going to need it. "He wants to stay anonymous, but you will meet you during Christmas dinner."

"Why does he think he can manipulate my life? Toy with me as he please?" He asked as he put the empty glass back on the table. Then he rose from his seat and moved to the door. "He can give me anything, but it won't make me happy or even put a smile on my face." Draco said before leaving the study of his father.

The heart in his chest was heavy and it felt like the air thickened. He walked into his bedroom and saw Marvolo sitting there with a book. The man lifted his eyesight and focused on him.

"How can you sit here like this?!" A frown appeared on Marvolo's face as he watched the teenager, who seemed to be a total mess right now. Draco ran a hand through his hair and sat on the bed. "My father is getting me married to someone."

"That's his right as your father." Draco turned to him and shot him an angry look. "He decided."

"So you're saying you're just going to watch this?!" Draco shouted in disbelief. "Am I not even a bit important to you?!"

"What can I do?" Marvolo shrugged, but put the book down.

"Order my father around like you always do!" He said angrily. He felt so desperate and frustrated right now. He was scared as hell, put into a marriage contract with someone he didn't know. He was panicking, but Marvolo didn't seem to care. That made everything worse.

"I won't order him around Draco! Don't cross the line!" The man warned him.

"Go away! Don't ever come near me again if I'm just a toy for you or do something if you really care!" He shouted at the man, who remained dead silent. Draco felt pain stab him again and again right in his heart. Marvolo moved to the door and left the room leaving Draco standing there his heart shattered into little pieces. The blonde fell on his knees feeling overwhelmed by the pain in his heart.

He caught a trembling breath once in the while between the sobs that shook his body. He felt so hopeless and his heart was smashed and torn to pieces when the doors closed. Slowly he got up, he couldn't believe that he was over. His happiness has just been taken away by the person he loved.

Love. Stupid bitch. He opened a small bar and took out a full bottle of the strongest alcohol he had in there. He took a sip of a clear vodka and coughed feeling a hot sensation going through his gullet. He didn't feel even a bit better as he drunk until finally his head became numb. He couldn't think anymore, but still tears never stopped coming. When the bottle was empty he crawled on the bed shaking terribly.

Draco never felt so awful in his life. He cursed his father, Marvolo, the courter, the world, the war, his whole life that seemed to suck now. As he continued his count he lulled himself to sleep. Draco didn't know how long he has been crying before his mind finally drifted to sleep. It wasn't going to be a good night for him.

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Marvolo silently opened the door. He walked inside watching the teenager who was a really miserable sight. He felt guilty, but could do nothing to soothe the pain of the boy. He may stay with him until the Christmas eve, but the frustration would be killing Draco. Right now the blonde must be devastated.

He walked to the bed and covered the man with another duvet that he transfigured. Marvolo leaned to him and kissed his forehead caringly. He could feel how hurt Draco was through the bond. Funny was that he could shout at him and speak perfectly while doing so.

Marvolo erased the tear trails from his cheeks. He left the room, glancing at Draco one more time. He sat in his own bedroom and rubbed his temples with his fingers. He didn't want to even look at his bar, he would just return to Draco and lay down with him. Drunk Dark Lord never brought good things.