Draco Malfoy shuddered, looking up at his massive manor. What would he tell his parents? 'Hi mum, dad, guess what? I'm marrying a Weasley, just to stop an evil that we'll probably be backing up anyway!' He sighed and closed his eyes, and knocked on the mahogany door. It swung open by itself, and Draco entered, waving his hand. The door closed.

"Kellah!" He shouted, and a timid house-elf wearing an old pillowcase came running up to him.

"Yes, master?" She said, cringing at his disgusted glare.

"Fetch me my parents."

"Certainly, master."

It just so happens that Lucius Malfoy was doing "business" at that moment, so as soon as the poor house-elf entered the room, she was thrown bodily out, and told in no uncertain terms to wait until he had finished. She scurried back to Draco, bowing deeply in front of him.

"Your father says to wait until he has finished his business."

"Alright, tell him I've got a mudblood pregnant then. That ought to get him out of whatever business he's in."

He watched Kellah scurry away, then a few seconds later, heard a loud "WHAT?" and the unmistakable sound of his father stomping down the stairs.

"What's this I hear, boy!" Said Lucius, towering over Draco. "You will rue the day you even thought about a mudblood!"

"I haven't got a mudblood pregnant, father." Said Draco coolly. "I needed to speak to you and mother about a very important matter."

"Horus!" He bellowed, and another house-elf came running up. "Get Narcissa!"

The house-elf bowed deeply like Kellah did, and ran away in the blink of an eye.


"Like hell you're marrying a Weasley!" Lucius shouted, advancing upon Draco like a lion upon a gazelle. "We'll be the laughing stock of the country!"

"Either you put up with the marriage, or we die from a wizard even darker than The Dark Lord."

"I'm not having this marriage, son." Lucius said, his voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. "We'll back the dark wizard."

"And what makes you think he'll accept you?" Draco yelled. "If he's darker than Voldemort, he will not want scum like you working for him!"

"Don't say the name of your master." Lucius snapped. It seemed to Draco as if saying the name was worse than calling his father scum.

"He isn't my master, dad." He said, halfway out the door. "You chose him as your master. I never wanted it."

Slam. The door was shut in his face, and he had no choice but to go back to Hogwarts.


VERY short chapter! I'm going to go and write the next one. Byedies!