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Warning: This is a Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter slash (a male/male relationship). IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT! Later MPREG.

Chapter 3

Meet the Malfoys

Lucius Malfoy had had a tiring day, and it was not even 4:00! He had spent most of the afternoon at the ministry of magic talking with a livid minister of magic. Lucius' head was killing him; his forehead had been cut by that arse James Potter in Diagon Alley that same morning. His back was aching. And, his feet were killing him. All in all, he was just in a foul mood. Though he was happy the minister didn't make him pay too much for the damages caused in the Alley this morning, he was still not happy with Fudge. He had spent little more then two hours explaining to that fool that he would not let another riot break out anywhere in Hogwarts. He could not believe the audacity of the minister; he dared to threaten a Malfoy! 'Now Lucius, I meant what I said before; if another brawl is started in a civic area by the Slytherins you all will be thrown in Azkaban!' Lucius had been furious about being scolded like a child, but he complied with Fudge nonetheless, if only to shut the idiot up. After he was finally dismissed from the ministry, he had to hunt down young masters Crabbe and Goyle, along with their fathers, to tell them that they were not allowed to start anymore trouble. Lucius was sick of playing nursemaid to the other Slytherins. He did not know why Crabbe and Goyle senior could not control their damned abhorrent children themselves without Lucius telling them what to do. This was not the first time he had to warn those two ogres to watch their disruptive kids. The next time he had to pay them another one of those types visits, he would hex them into oblivion.

He was so exhausted that he almost felt like canceling the spring celebration that was to be held in his manor this coming evening. But he knew that that would be impossible. The invitations had been sent out already, and all the wealthy Slytherins, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws had all been invited; it would be rude of him to cancel at such short notice. Not to mention the fact that if he did cancel, his wife would murder him. He was so lost in his own inner ramblings that he did not notice another presence in his large study.

"Good afternoon Lucius. I hope all is well with you," said a raspy voice from behind him.

Lucius was so startled by the intruder that he almost dropped his glass of firewhiskey. He was a Malfoy, however, and he managed to keep his cool. "I am well my Lord. And how are you?"

"Well, Lucius, well. I heard about the incident at Diagon Alley this morning. I hope that none of the Slytherins were hurt."

Lucius mentally rolled his eyes. Lord Voldemort didn't give a damn if the Gryffindors blew all of them away into pieces in the wind. He kept his mouth shut though. He didn't want to make the Dark Lord angry. "Everyone is fine my Lord. Though, the minister was not happy with us. He keeps suggesting the Slytherins make peace with the Gryffindors."

"We will never back down our assault against those reckless fools! Not after the murder of Grindelwald by that useless Dumbledore!"

"Of course my Lord, of course. I couldn't agree with you more," Lucius said quickly. He was quite terrified of Voldemort and he didn't feel like being hexed in his own home. Although the Malfoys were a very proud, powerful and prominent family in the wizarding world, they were not fools. All the Slytherins obeyed Voldemort without question.

"Good," the Dark Lord hissed menacingly. "Now Lucius, I have come him to discuss something very important with you."

Lucius knew it was time to get nervous. Voldemort never discussed anything with him; he just ordered him about. He would end up having to do something completely foul for the Dark Lord. "And what is that my Lord?" he asked calmly.

"Your son Lucius. I find him very intriguing," smirked Voldemort. "As you know, my wife has been dead now for some years Lucius, and I have found myself quite lonely. I would like another companion, another spouse to keep me in high spirits."

Oh Merlin, this was the worst thing that Voldemort has ever asked of him. He could not give his son away for marriage to this man! Though the Dark Lord was not a bad looking man and he was very wealthy, he was still much much to old for his Draco. Draco was his one and only child. He could not betray his son like this. Narcissa, Lucius' wife, had two children before Draco was born, and both of their babies died. Draco was now his only pride and joy. Narcissa, though a magnificent women, could not handle pregnancy or childbirth. After their first two daughters died, the healers told them that she would never become pregnant again. He and his wife were very distressed about this, but they continued to live on and try to be find happiness with each other. When they had given up all hope in having children, a miracle happened- Narcissa became pregnant. They were so happy to have Draco that ever since he was a child, they loved and spoiled him to excess. He was a very sheltered boy. Lucius never even allowed him to go to school as the rest of the children, and he was barely allowed to go outside; Draco had always been a very unhealthy child, and he deserved the best. There was absolutely no way he could marry Draco off to a man who was a little over 60 years old! He had always wanted his son to have the best, and the including lifemates as well.

" 'My child is yet a stranger in the world; he hath not seen the change of sixteen years.' I don't think he is ready for such a commitment my Lord." Lucius prayed that this was enough to dissuade Voldemort. Lucius began to get a little nervous when the Dark Lord became silent. He had to think of something that would appease his Lord and not betray Draco as well. " Tonight my family and I are hosting our spring gala, as you know. If you'd like, you could speak with or pursue Draco on your own, during the party. If he feels that he is ready to marry, I will give my consent happily. If not, I implore you, let him grow older before we encourage him to marry." Lucius prayed to Merlin that this was enough to satisfy Voldemort. AN 1

"That seems fair Lucius. I will speak with Draco at the party. Now I must be going, I have some pressing business to attend to. I shall see you tonight."

Lucius sighed in relief. "Very well my Lord. I will see you this evening."

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Though she is a Slytherin, Narcissa Malfoy was not really a very sneaky woman. But when she found out that Lord Voldemort was in her home, she had to find out what he wanted with her husband. So, she stood quietly outside of his study and pressed her ear to the door. To say that she was surprised at what she heard would be an understatement! She couldn't believe what she had heard! She felt a swell of motherly pride course within her when she found out that Lord Voldemort was inquiring after her son. The Dark Lord was a very powerful and wealthy man; she could not conceive of a better choice for Draco. Her son would always be protected and well-taken care of if he were to agree to marry Voldemort. Though, she could see why he would want her son. He is a very special boy, and she was not just saying that because she is his mother! No, it was the absolute truth. He was intelligent and very well spoken, and he was a very attractive boy. He had various feminine features, which he received from her. His soft hair, pale skin, pointy upturned nose and slenderness were all that he inherited from his mother. That is not to say that did not acquire any admirable traits from his father's. His platinum blonde hair, gray eyes, and snooty arrogance were all from his father.

After Voldemort left Lucius in his study, Narcissa quickly apparated to her large suit in the east wing of the Malfoy Manor. She walked purposely across her soft plush carpet to her large white marble fireplace and threw floo powder into the flames. "Draco's Room!" she called out into the green blaze. She waited patiently until she could peer into Draco's room.

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Draco Malfoy was sitting on his large bed reading one of his many books. He found his room the most peaceful place in the Malfoy Manor. He had been hiding away from his overbearing mother all day. She had been pestering he and his father for 2 weeks about the party that was to be held at the Manor that night. She continued to worry over him so constantly, and he was getting rather frustrated. His mother was always like this when guests were invited at the Manor. He thought he had finally found some peace and quiet, but it was short-lived. He heard his mother calling out to him from his fireplace. He knew he should have closed off the floo connection! He groaned to himself and lazily walked to the fireplace. "Yes mother?" Draco said sweetly.

"Draco darling, I need you to come to my room for a few minutes. We have to talk about something very important," she said excitedly

"But mother," he whined, "I was just studying some transfigurations. Couldn't whatever it is wait until sometime later?"

"No Draco. Come to my room immediately." And with that, her head disappeared with a 'pop' from his fireplace.

He knew there was no point arguing with her, so he grudgingly reached for the floo powder near his fireplace and tossed it into the black marble hearth. "East Wing!" His room vanished before his eyes in a swirl of colors.

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While Narcissa waited for her son to arrive, she tried to think of the best way to approach Draco with the subject of marriage. He was still quite young and she was almost positive that he had never been in a romantic relationship. She doubted Draco even thought about such things. He had lived such a sheltered childhood that he had never been around many children his age, so he knew nothing about romance. She felt a bit uncomfortable about discussing these things with her son. But, she was the only one who could persuade him into this relationship with the Dark Lord.

Narcissa, like every Slytherin loved to have power over others, and she was pretty sure that if the Dark Lord were pleased with Draco, he would make Draco his successor to the Slytherin territories of Hogwarts. The Dark Lord had no living children or family except that dreadful Marcus Flint. Flint was an unusually unpleasant young man. He was cruel and excessively deceitful. Most people had the misconception that all Slytherins were like Marcus, but that was absolutely not true. Slytherins often plot to get what they want, but they aren't ruthlessly devilish for the sake of being cruel! No, Flint was just a mean, hateful person in his heart, and she hated that her Draco had made friends with him. Narcissa would hate to think about what the future would hold for the Slytherins with young Flint in charge. She couldn't stomach those thoughts; she had to convince Draco to except the offer of the Dark Lord.

She sat patiently waited for her son to floo to her suit and luckily, she did not have to wait long to hear the 'thud' coming from her fireplace.

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When Draco appeared in his mother's room, he knew she wanted to talk to him about something serious. She was sitting quietly on her floral fluffy love seat, drinking her tea calmly. Narcissa was never calm. His mother was always a bundle of giddy energy. He sighed, ran his hand through his soot-covered hair, and charmed his black house robe clean from the sooty mess (his mother would hex him if he so much as get a smudge of soot on her pale-colored carpet). He approached her cagily and sat across from her on a soft couch. He sat with her in silence for a minute, waiting for her to get whatever thoughts she had organized.

Draco, who couldn't stand this silence, began to seriously worry. "Mother, nothing happened to father today when he went to Diagon Alley this morning did it? I heard from the house elves that there was another riot. He isn't hurt is he?"

"Oh no Draco! Nothing happened to your father. In fact, he is at home at this moment in his study. The only injury he sustained was a small cut from that Gryffindor James Potter," she spat the name as if it were the ultimate curse. "No Draco, the reason I wanted to talk to you has nothing to do with Lucius. Darling, what I wanted to speak with you about is of the utmost importance to your future and this family. The Malfoys have always been one of the most successful families in all of Hogwarts and…"

He began to ignore her at this point. He was sick of hearing about the history of the Malfoy family. When he was younger, he used to enjoy the stories about his ancestors that his mother and father told him. Now, he was almost a grown up wizard, and he felt the stories were somewhat lame. He really hated when his mother rambled.

"With all that said Draco," Narcissa continued not knowing that her son wasn't listening," ' how stands your disposition to be married?' " She asked bluntly. (AN 2)

Well that got Draco's attention! He almost literally jumped out of his skin.

She must be crazy. He was only 15 years old for the sake of Merlin! Though, it was a custom of the Slytherins to marry earlier to insure that they marry the right kind of people (other Slytherins), Draco had not even been in any relationship with anyone. How could he jump from no experience to marriage!

"Marriage?" he croaked. It was times like these that made him want to crawl under a rock and hide.

"I know that you are young Draco but listen to what I have to say before you dismiss it. Lord Voldemort has inquired about you; you have apparently charmed him my Dragon. As you know, his wife died several years ago, leaving him a lonely man. I think you should give him a chance and at least make an effort to approach him at the party tonight."

Oh, he'll make an effort alright. An effort to avoid the Dark Lord like dragon fever! If he ever questioned his mother's sanity before, now he had proof that she was stark raving mad.

Draco, being young, had to admit that he had fantasies. He imagined that his spouse would be as young and good-looking as he was. He needed someone that would make his life happy and exciting. He deserved happiness; his parents married for love and adoration, why shouldn't he? He didn't want some weird old creepy guy that liked to boss everyone around. No, Draco was not about to settle for Grandpa Voldie. He would rather marry Flint. Okay, maybe not Flint either; marriage to Marcus would be too revolting. In fact, he would just rather avoid the entire Riddle family altogether. He had to think of something to say to his mother that would keep her off his back with this absurdity.

By the blessing of Merlin, however, Draco did not have to make any empty excuse to his mother because a house elf 'popped' in his mother's room.

"Forgive me young master and milady, but Jinky has a message from master Lucius. He is wanting you to get ready for the gala. It starts in 2 hours!" the wide-eyed little house elf squeaked.

"Very well Jinky. Tell my husband that we will get prepared for our guests," she said dismissively.

The house elf nodded vigorously and 'popped' out of the room.

When she and her son were alone again, she planned to have one last word about the topic of marriage. But when she looked up to speak with him, she found that he was no longer in the room.

When Jinky apparated into the room, Draco took the opportunity and, with as much gracefulness and dignity he possessed, ran out of the room as if his pants were on fire.

(AN 1: Act 1, Scene 2)

(AN 2: Act 1, Scene 3)