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A grand wedding was being held at L'Chateau du Pontellier, in a sprawling manor in the French countryside. It was a lovely wedding, but Draco Malfoy was far too disinterested to notice. The only reason why he was even at the wedding was because the Pontelliers were good family friends of his parents. Emmanuel Pontellier, the father of the groom, was his father's business partner. With a pensive look on his face Draco began to think about what he could be doing right now rather than attending this wedding. However, the voice of his childhood friend Wyatt Belby pulled him out of his thoughts.
"I could almost swear that I see smoke coming out of your ears from how hard you're thinking." Wyatt commented as he took a seat.
Draco smirked as he said, "Thinking is probably a concept you're not too familiar with Wyatt, and I'm surprised to learn that you know what it looks like."
Wyatt chuckled. "I try to avoid it if I can, it just kills the joy in everything. How are you enjoying the festivities?"
"They're alright." Draco sighed, as he took a sip from his champagne.
"What's putting a damper on your mood?" Wyatt asked with a hint of concern in his voice.
"Nothing, I'm just very apathetic at the moment."
"Ah, I see. So have you seen the youngest Pontellier yet?" Wyatt asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk playing at his lips.
"Emerson? Mate, we've both met him. He's sitting right over there." Now it was Draco's turn to be concerned.
"What!? No, you twit! I'm talking about the girl, Aurora, sister of the groom -I've only mentioned her half a dozen times," He reached across the table for his friend's champagne and took a big gulp. "Were you not listening?"
"Of course. I've been listening to you, of all people, above my studies."
Wyatt lightly glared at his friend as he downed the rest of the champagne. "Anyway, she's Emmanuel and Ophelia's only daughter and youngest child."
"How come she wasn't at Hogwarts, or at any gatherings, for that matter?"
"Well, my good friend, that's because her parents didn't raise her. She was sent to the United Sates to live with her uncle her other female cousins at a very young age." He explained as he swiped another glass of champagne from a passing waiter.
"What does this mystery woman look like?" Draco said, learning forward with some interest.
"See that lovely flower sitting next to Emerson?"
Draco tilted his head, "That's her?"
"Yes." Wyatt nodded. "Quite a beauty, isn't she?"
"Well she's quite a sight better than that Pansy Parkinson broad you brought home that one time-isn't she, Wyatt?" Lucius said as he and Narcissa returned to the table.
Wyatt, unable to stifle his laughter, excused himself with a "sorry mate" as he hurried from the room.
Lucius turned to his son and looked at him pointedly. "Well, what do you think of her?"
"I don't know, Father, I've yet to meet her." Draco said, with and edge to his voice.
"Well, go on," Lucius said with a flourish. "Introduce yourself!"
Draco gave his father a look of distaste. "I'm perfectly content with remaining in my seat, thank you."
"She's not going to bite you, dear," His mother said softly. "Just go talk to her. You know, she leaves for America tomorrow afternoon, so it may be your only chance."
Draco sighed and looked over to where Aurora was sitting. She was surrounded by her three brothers: Nathaniel, Reginald (the groom), and Emerson the youngest of the three boys. He was beginning to think that maybe he should go and introduce himself to her just to appease his mother and father; he knew perfectly well that they wanted him to marry, settle down and procreate.
"The Malfoy line must continue!" his father would say, every time he brought up the subject. Draco didn't mind the thought of taking a wife, he just didn't want his parents to choose for him; he wanted to be in complete control of choosing his bride. Just then Aurora stood up, bid her brothers goodnight, and disappeared into the hallway and up the stairs.
Well, it looks like I've missed my chance. Draco thought lethargically as he took a sip from his champagne.