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116. Shocked

You're working on some homework, though it isn't as necessary as it was before your NEWTs. You hear the door open, but do not turn to see who it is. He has always just walked into your room with out knocking, it is his home after all. You do not look up as his steps become louder as he comes closer to you and you realise with a start that it isn't him when he speaks.

"I expect you to at least look up when my son or I walk into a room."

You jump and almost fall off your seat. What is Lucius Malfoy doing in your room? He is standing a few feet away from you, wearing his most expensive looking robes. You realise that his son is far too good for you and it only makes you happy to have caught him as you have. You hide the idiotic grin that wants to make its way onto your face.

"I'm sorry sir," You say quietly and you can't help but realise how pathetic you must sound. "Draco usually prefers that I keep working. I thought you were him."

He raises an elegant brow and you quickly stand. No need to be any ruder than you have been after all. It is quiet in the room for a few moments before he speaks.

"You love Draco?" He spits the word out as if it were poisen, and you realise that the idea of loving someone must be a very foreign concept to a Malfoy. Your Grandmother had told you about their usually settled-at-birth arranged marriages.

He had trouble dealing with love at first too. He was always cold and distant in the beginning. He is still cold towards you sometimes but you're quick to warm him up when you can. You nod determinedly and answer with a strong voice, so strong you surprise even yourself. You have a serious look on your face. "Why sir?"

"I will organise yours and Draco's marriage with your Grandmother." Your eyes widen in surprise. Marriage? You're only 17 and even though you love him very much, you beleive you're too young to be married. You also realise that you haven't told your grandmother yet. She isn't as open-minded as you wish she was and you do not want to chance it with her if you don't have to.

"Sir, please, don't tell her just yet." Again he raises an eyebrow again and you wonder why you're not protesting or haggling out loud to change the date or idea of this marraige you're being sucked into, "I haven't let her know about us yet; she's very old fashioned." You're talking very fast now, nervous and jittery. "I'll tell her. It would be best."

Mr. Malfoy doesn't say a word, and as he turns to leave his voice is icey, "By the end of the month, otherwise do not bother talking to my son again."