"Someone's got it bad."

Draco glared at Blaise as he stalked down the hall of his father's mansion. "Don't make me kill you, Blaise," he snapped.

Blaise held up his hands. "Hey, don't kill the messenger. I just haven't seen you this devoted to something in...well ever."

"I do not feel for that...girl. She is merely proving difficult."

"Oh, you mean she's actually got a head on those fine shoulders of hers."

"Exactly. The girl is ridiculously resourceful."

"I thought you were looking for a smart girl," Blaise pointed out.

"Not that smart," Draco growled. "The damned bitch forced me to write a full retraction. And she had the presence of mind to thwart my plans."

"So it is all right for you to ruin her plans but Merlin forbid she do the same to you. Is that it?"

"Thank Merlin you understand," Draco said. He turned to his friend but one look at the dark man said his compatriot had been joking. "Fuck you, Zabini."

Blaise laughed and walked faster to keep up with his friend. "So what exactly was your grand plan?" he asked in what he hoped was a casual tone. Draco did not immediately glare at him so he assumed he might be on the way towards forgiven.

"Fuck if I know. She's good but she has to have some weakness somewhere."

"Just date one of her co-workers," Blaise suggested.

Draco wrinkled his nose. "There is not a decent one among that whole lot."

"What about Millie?"

Draco stared at him. "Millicent? Bulstrode? What the hell? Is everyone betraying me for that strumpet?"

"What strumpet?" Narcissa asked as the two men came into the dining room.

"No one, Mother," Draco said, snapping a glare at Blaise.

Narcissa narrowed her eyes but let it be. "Very well. What are your plans, Draco?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, taking a seat at the table.

"You are nearly twenty five. I think that it's about time you settled down."

"Mother," he began, his voice dripping charisma.

"Don't mother me," she snapped. "I want grandchildren, damnit. I have half a mind to adopt Teddy."

"Sa- Mr. Potter is Teddy's legal guardian," Draco pointed out.

Nacissa frowned. "How regrettably true. So that leaves you with a dilemma, my son."

"I'm not going to go out and marry some trollop simply because you have unresolved parental issues," he returned.

Narcissa's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Nor would I allow you. No, my darling son, you are going to marry the woman you have already picked out."

He frowned at her, not entirely sure what she was saying.

She rose to her feet and crossed to him, sliding a paper down the table as she went. Draco felt the blood drain from his face when he saw which article the paper was opened to.

"Here it stands, my son. You have a year to woo and marry Miss Weasley, or you shall be cut off...entirely."

(A/N: Hahahahaha! Draco is screwed.