Knocking on his father's office door, Draco continued to search for excuses. He had been looking for an excuse to escape from the horrendous talk for the past 10 minutes! However, the excuses are either too dense or too fake. Clearly, his brain is not operating its best today.

Finally, the doorknob turned…

"Why are you still standing here?" Lucius boomed.

"I...I was…"

"Malfoys do not stammer. Speak properly!" snapped Lucius.

"Father," Draco said, determined, "You told me to meet you in your office within 10 minutes time, so I…"

"Son, I do remember about our agreement this morning," Lucius paused, before continuing, "what I wanted to know is why you didn't enter when I told you to come in?"

'You did?' Draco thought to himself, baffled. 'If you did, I would have known. Then again, maybe I was too busy thinking that…'

Lucius took a step closer to Draco, with his stick drawn.

"Get in." Lucius said, giving Draco a push with his stick.

The office is just like any other room. The wall is green and there are snake cravings on the ceiling giving it a very mysterious look. As Draco walked into the room, he noticed that unlike the other rooms, this room actually led to another room, just like a storeroom. He brisk walked towards the other room and peered inside.

At the glance of it, Draco jaw almost touched the ground. The room is full of papers, stacks of papers placed in all directions. 'It would be a disgrace if anyone of importance were to see this room,' Draco thought to himself, 'Malfoys are high-class people; we are supposed to have tidy, dist-free rooms. But look at this!'

"Step out of that room this instant," Draco said, interrupting Draco's thoughts. "So son," Lucius continued, settling himself in his leather chair, "Do you have any idea of what I am about to tell you today?"

"Yes father." Draco replied gloomily. Already, the thought of the talk made him shutter, imagine the need to have the real talk? "Father, must we have this talk?"

Lucius looked up at his son, shock written all over his face. "Yes. We have to. You are already 16 years old and in two years time, you will have to procreate," Lucius paused, waiting for his son's expression. Draco gave Lucius a disgusted stare. Lucius snorted before continuing, "In the other words, you would have to create a new heir. We Malfoys, have a rule. It states that you must get married at the age of 18 or your parents, will have to arrange an arranged marriage for you. I'm sure you do not like that to happen right? Therefore, in this two years time, I want you to find your true love, regardless of her status or age. Understand?"

Even if Draco does not understand, or did not want to understand, he was clearly not in the position to say no. He is after all fighting against his Father.

Taking silence as consent, Lucius went on with his talk.

"Draco. I would ask a few questions. You must answer me truthfully." Draco gave a mere nod.

"Son, do you have a girlfriend? If you have, how many are there?"

While waiting for Draco's reply, he took out a quill and a sheet of parchment, not forgetting his spectacles. Then, he proudly wrote at the top of his parchment,

'Relationships between couples.' and 'Sex' – Draco's Love Life'

Finally, he wrote "Q N A" right under those headings and looked up at Draco expectantly.

Draco looked at his father and sighed. 'How foolish can this get?' he thought.

"Yes father. I changed my girlfriends almost every week."

"Every week!" Lucius exclaimed. "This can't do, Son! This is a piece of advice for you. Do not hold on to your girlfriend once you shown no interest in her. Dump her straightaway. You only have 2 years to find true love. Believe me, you do not want to waste your precious two years meddling with pathetic girls."

Meanwhile, the quill was writing down everything said in the conversation, by its self.

"Next question. Did you have sex with any of your girlfriends?"

"WHAT?" Draco exclaimed. 'This is ridiculous! Thank goodness, no one is here to hear this conversation or else I would just die of embarrassment. Seriously, this talk is getting way out of hand.' Draco scowled.

"Answer the question Draco." Lucius said, snapping Draco back form his talking-to-oneself-conversation.

"No Father."

Lucius started at his son, disbelieve written all over his face. Then with a flick of his wand, a thick book appeared from the storeroom.

"This book is a family treasure. It been passed down many generations since the 1970s. I want you to read this entire book. It teaches you all about women, relationship with them and the most important thing of all, sex. You will find this very useful in wooing women. Take good care of it." Lucius looked back down at his parchment. "This talk would continue next time. If you do have any problems in your relationship that the book can't help, do consult me. Now leave the room and close the door behind you."

Draco took the book and walked out of the door. "Finally." He mumbled to himself. He then glanced at the book and scowled. The colour of the book itself is a disgrace to the Malfoys. Draco brought the bright pink book up to his eyes as he viewed the cover page thoroughly. There was a picture of men and a women kissing. Right on top of the picture, the title read, in bright gold,

' WOMEN! RELATIONSHIPS! SEX! All you need to know in a marriage!'

Draco gave a little snort at the pervert-ness of the book before settling off to his bedroom to pack up his things for Hogwarts.