The Trouble With Draco Malfoy

Chapter One: Me, Myself, and I

By Kate Malfoy

Summary: What Happens When Boy and Girl are betrothed but just can't seem to fall in love. THIS CHAPTER: Mollie Starre introduces herself and goes out to dinner with Draco and her parents before going to Hogwarts.

My name is Mollie Starre and I am one of the most fashionable, the most beautiful, the most screwed up person in the existence of the wizarding world. Since I was three years old, I have been betrothed to one of the most elite person in the world. Draco Malfoy. Yes that is right, since before I was able to speak, Draco and I were betrothed. It is quite terrible actually, even though I would never have gotten this far in life if it wasn't for Draco.

It is now the day before Hogwarts and my mother has informed me that I am forbidden to tell anyone about my betrothal. As if I am going to embarrass myself by telling anyone. I would die of mortification first. Draco, of course, knows that there is something wrong with me. I know that he is resolved to make my life miserable while we are at Hogwarts. Heck, why stop at Hogwarts, he is resolved to make my life miserable until the day that I die.

I guess that I am kind of in love with my fiancé. I mean, where would I be if I didn't have love. I guess that I would the most odious woman on earth, if I though that he was the one that I was destined to spend the rest of my life with. I guess that just is how girls are. My parent and I are going out for dinner now. I can't believe they actually think that I want to go to dinner.

"Why Mollie Starre, only stars are this late when getting ready to go out, hurry up." My mother calls to me.

I hate her lame jokes about our last name. Thank Zeus she doesn't say them in front of the Malfoy's. I mean honestly, I would die of mortification their. And when the Malfoy's would politely laugh at my mother's obviously not funny joke, I want to leap up and kill her and scream that doesn't she know she is messing up my chance of a happy marriage. Of course, a thought like this so obviously beyond my mother that I don't bother.

"Mollie, dear, this is your last night that we can go out and be a family. We don't want to lose our reservation with the Malfoy's at your favorite restaurant, now do we?" I love my father, honestly, I do, its just sometimes he doesn't have a clue. I mean Madame Wilkins Dainties for the Dainty hasn't been my favorite restaurant in five years at least. Well, at least he has some compassion on me. I can't believe Zeus would do something like have the Malfoy's to dinner with us. Zeus, just kill me now.

I get on the broom with my parents, which, of course is the most fashionable, the latest, the best model of the time, and fly off to my doom. Draco, of course, is waiting for me. He wants to make sure of a few things before we go to Hogwarts. Things that have to do with our contract. Zeus, please have mercy.

I know I just said that I love him, but actually, I hate his guts. I mean, why can't he just screw up somehow and get us both off the hook. I mean, if I got pregnant or something, there would be heck to pay, but I still wouldn't be let off from the contract. My baby would be killed, but as for me, no I would be bound to stay with my fiancé and be known throughout history of the Malfoy family as the whore. I would be a shame, but unless Draco did something to screw everything up, we would still be betrothed. I hate life, and I hate Draco. I mean, why can't men and women have equal rights and all.

Well, back to dinner I guess. "Mother," I called, "I don't fell very well and can't eat much. Is it okay if I go out and have a walk along the beach to get fresh air?"

Then that whore of a women, Mrs. Malfoy, says something so wrong, I can't believe her nerve. "Oh, I am sure you will be all right my dear, just start of the year nerves. We Malfoy's don't have them like most people, but of course, you aren't quiet a Malfoy."

That really egged on my mother, who proceeded to say "Not yet, Narcissa. Mollie is soon to be a Malfoy, and I can assure you that we Starre's don't get nerves either. I am sure that Mollie really isn't feeling well. Oh course, Mollie, if you want to go out you can, but only so long as Draco goes with you."

Oh Zeus, I silently prayed. Please tell me this is all a dream and that my mother honestly isn't saying this. Tell me that she didn't embarrass me like that. Please, Draco, my love, my fiancé, say yes. Don't leave me hanging.

"Come along, Mollie," Draco says as he takes my hand. "We have a lot to talk about."

And we walked away, hand in hand, looking to the outside world like the perfect couple going for a walk on the beach. Heaven only knows the storm that awaited us once we got outside to the beach.