Draco Malfoy sat in his father's study. He scowled at the room, and especially at the people talking to his father. Lucius caught Draco's look and gave him a warning glance before he turned his attention back to his guests.

"Yes, well I thank you for your time Mr. and Miss Bastinado. I'll owl you if any arrangements are to be made." He said. The young woman and her father nodded and left the room.

 Lucius's whole demeanor swiftly changed. "Draco! How many times have I ordered you to be polite to our guests? One wrong move can cause us to fall into bad graces. You're no longer a child! It's time you start becoming more involved; instead of sitting in the shadows."

 Draco sneered and changed the topic. " I still don't see why we need to interview all these families."

 "You know very well why." Lucius replied. " I'm interviewing these pure bloods and their daughters to… more or less point you in the right direction of girls you should be associating with. I don't mind you having your bit of fun while you're at school, but when you're at home you have to be with people who can better reflect the Malfoy name. All these girls come from very rich and powerful families - all from which we can benefit from - so start showing some respect."

So basically he's just trying to set me up with girls in the hopes that I'll marry one and make him richer, thought Draco. He was about to argue when a knock came from the door. A house elf peeped his head through. "Mr. Strender has arrived masters." "Very good Mano, let him in." The house elf bowed and disappeared. Lucius turned his attention back to Draco, but before he could begin Draco interrupted.

 "I didn't know Strender had a daughter," Draco said.

"Yes, he does, but she was put into a finishing school when she was young, so she doesn't visit often. Now Charles is a close friend of mine, so I suggest that if you can't behave then you leave before they come in" Lucius said coldly.

 "Fine, as you wish father" Draco pushed the door open and nearly ran over Strender. He could hear his father voice trailing after him as he headed to his room. "Please excuse my son Charles, he's young." "Oh quite alright, no harm done." " I say, where's your daughter? "Well she's…"

Draco stormed the halls angrily. Who did his father think he was, trying to play matchmaker? All his life his father had planned everything for him. He wasn't ready to start looking for a wife! He was 17, young and full of the need to play around before he could settle down. He glanced in the mirror as he passed by. Girls had been eyeing him for years, he could have any girl he wanted, he didn't need his father to choose for him.

"Excuse me?" a blonde girl asked from behind him.

 "What?" Draco snarled as he turned around.

"Where's Mr. Malfoy's study?" she asked, a little put off.

 "Hmmph…that way" he pointed and marched off. She stared at his retreating figure before turning and running toward the office.