Draco Malfoy stood in front of his mirror desperately attempting to untangle a knot in his bangs while his daughter stood behind him practically steaming at the ears. "Father you cannot do this!" the girl said in a tone that gave off more then a little hint of frustration. "Do what dear?" questioned Draco in a distant tone as he began tying his now tangle free hair into a low ponytail. "You know very well what I mean! I swear every time you divorce someone you go and decide courting that Parkinson woman is the best thing you could do! Honestly either the woman is going to Aveda you, or force you into proposing!" she cried, flailing her arms wildly in the air.
Draco turned to face his distraught daughter sighing, yet feeling that sense of pride parents often get at random moments. She was the result of his second wife who had run off with some muggle she met while out on some errand. He hadn't been too fond of Jenny but having May was well worth it. She had been his steady throughout all his fallouts in the past years, a constant worrier but a dear nonetheless. "Now May I think you're over reacting, this is simply a meeting between old friends-" "Who haven't seen each other since you divorced Abigail." May stated matter-of-factly, wearing what could be recognized as the trademark Malfoy smirk. Rolling his eyes Draco sat on his bed and began to put on his shoes, "Now look you may not like it but I want you to have a mother, and I'll do whatever it takes to get you one. Now don't sit there and pout like a child I'm doing this for you." May deflated at the statement and sat down next to her father. "Look Dad, I want you to get married for you not because it'll make you feel better about my 'upbringing.' So just stop, kay?" Draco looked at his daughter and felt guiltier then ever. For some reason he could never keep a single woman, they either said it wasn't working or just up and left. Now most men would have given up by this time, but he was a Malfoy! And dammit, Malfoy's didn't take no for an answer. May needed someone to be there when he wasn't…and not some house elf. "Darling I need to go now, I'm late enough as it is, and Pansy hates it when I'm late." with that he kissed his crestfallen daughter on the forehead and quickly apparated to Hogsmeade to meet Pansy.
H/D
Harry Potter was not in a good mood. To be more specific he was in abnormally foul mood that kept his many fans at bay. Why? Just 10 minutes ago Ginny Weasley, who could only say "Harry I think you need to search yourself, this isn't where you should be and you know it", had dumped him. He had been the perfect boyfriend and what did he get? He got dumped, flat on his face. And what did she mean, "search yourself"? He was perfectly fine just the way he was, what did he need to find?
He continued his steady march through the snow, ignoring the fact that he was freezing and could easily apparate home. Right now he needed to think and out in the snow seemed like the perfect place. The lights from the three broomsticks were bright as ever and feeling the need for a drink he decided to head in. What else was there to do? Go home and punch the pillows? And with that final thought he walked into the tavern only to stop dead in his tracks with his mouth hanging open.
There in the back of the tavern sat a very miffed looking Malfoy.
End Chapter
Kay this is my first Draco/Harry so be kind and help would be ADORED! So thanks for reading and please comment! And don't worry there will be one on one Draco Harry time in the next chapter!