I am happy that the few people that reviewed liked the first chapter and I hope that you like the second one even more.
Disclaimer- Though I love Harry Potter, I own none of the characters in this story. They all belong to Mrs. J.K Rowling.
Chapter 2- The Matchmaker
Dear Ginny,
We are going to meet at Ron's house for lunch then go on to visit Mr. Anderson. Hope that you're ready and dress in something nice if you don't mind. He is extremely old fashion about how women should dress and act.
Love,
Mom
Ginny slowly got up out of her bed and went to her closet to find her an outfit for the day. She would really rather stay in bed but this was something that she had agreed to do and now she was having second doubts. So many thought were running threw her head about who some crazy man could think was her perfect match.
Finally Ginny was dressed and prepared to leave for Ron's house. He had gotten married to Hermione about 3 weeks after the end of their seventh year and they lived in a gorgeous house right across from a huge lake in Eastern Britain.
"About time you're here," complained Molly when Ginny apparated outside of the door at Ron's house.
"You didn't say a time , Mom," challenged Ginny a she walked past her mother and into the dinning room where lunch was already on the table.
"Hi Gin," said Hermione walking into the room and sitting across Ron who was reading an article on Quidditch.
Ginny went back to her lunch as she listened to Hermione talking about how much she wanted a baby but Ginny's mind went elsewhere. She had heard about Hermione and Ron's baby problems many times and though she love them it was starting to get aggravating.
"It'll happen Mione but if you don't try so hard it might happen soon."
Mr. Anderson, the matchmaker, watched as three generations walked into his home and he smiled with his eyes. He had the fate of this family in the palm of his hand and it would hate him to possibly destroy it. He knew from the day this young girl was born who her husband would be and even if he didn't tell her he believed that fate would play it's part.
"Good evening ladies," said Mr. Anderson standing from his chair and offering them a seat. He was very old fashioned and some of the customs that he abide by were only practiced in a very few pureblood families these days.
Once Ginny, her mother, and her grandmother had all taken their seats Mr. Anderson took out a large white book out of a cabinet that was across the room and slowly walked back to the table placing the book on top of it. The title of the book was Pure Blood Ancestry Through The Generations.
"Ginevera it is my job to match compatible young pure bloods together but I must also keep the generations alive. There are many pure blood families throughout the generations that have wiped out because so much interbreeding," said Mr. Anderson, who was looking at Ginny and making sure she understood what he was saying. "Well there are some young men that you are more compatible with than the person that I am going to tell you but if I am to match you with any of these people you will more than likely never bare children."
Once Mr. Anderson finished explaining to Ginny the importance of pureblood lineage and how everything worked. He finally opened the book to the first page and it said lineage of the Malfoy Family. The Malfoy's were the oldest pureblood family to ever live but there was something odd about this family. This was the only family that the Weasley's had never married into and he knew that the youngest of the Malfoy family was the perfect match for Ginevera Weasley. He was smart and very business oriented but that was not what people saw in this young man. In the eyes of very one other than Narcissa Malfoy he was cruel, harsh, and cared for no one but himself. Mr. Anderson saw something that Mrs. Malfoy saw the first time she saw Ms. Weasley, her son need a head strong women who would not take no for an answer and Mr. Anderson believed that maybe Ginevera Weasley would be just the person to turn him around.
"Mrs. Pruitt, I am going to show you where I have written Ginevera's name in the book of ancestry and if you agree just shake you head. Then I'll show it to you Mrs. Weasley and you do the same. I am asking your opinion on this but I will not change my decision. I believe in keeping pureblood families alive and I will succeed in my task. I have not yet placed a pureblood couple together that has not married and I have been working on this for over two thousand years. Once I have shown the name to both of you I will next show it to Ginevera and there will be no further questions or comments that will be answered."
Mr. Anderson flipped about a hundred pages in the book that seemed to be endless and wrote something with his quill. He then turned the book around and immediately Mrs. Pruitt shook her head and a smile came to her face. Then he scooted the book to Mrs. Weasley and though her eyes got big with shock she shook her head as well.
"Do we have an understanding so far?" Mr. Anderson asked both ladies and they just shook their heads.
Finally Mr. Anderson turned the book to Ginny and she saw her name as this man thought it would be in a few years. Ginevera Molly Weasley-Malfoy.
Lucius Malfoy sat in his office of the Malfoy Manor with a letter in his hands that infuriated him. How could his son be the perfect man for Ginevera Weasley? He understood that her association with the Dark Lord had really changed her but she was pure when his son was the total opposite.
Draco was had been raised to be ruthless, feel no emotion for anyone that was not a Malfoy and keep everyone in the palm of your hand. As far as he knew Draco did exactly that. Even in school Draco could read the emotions of everyone around him. He had even kept his father out of prison when the war was over. He talked with ease and for someone reason people trusted him. He had played a wild card during the war. Never been fully on one side of the other because he understood that the war could go both was. Lucius thought Draco so much smarter than himself.
"Rose, get Draco for me," directed Lucius to a small to a small house elf who was cleaning a book shelf in the corner of his office. She was different from other house elf's because she had basically raised Draco. Draco Malfoy didn't have respect for anyone but he seemed to listen to everything that that elf said.
When Draco walked into his fathers' office he had his head held high and his face was void of emotion. He had been taught well and Lucius even though he would never admit it was proud to have him as a son. He was extremely tall, stand about 6'4, and had a nice build. His steel gray eyes were the same as his father's and father's before him but what made Draco different from other Malfoy's was his air of confidence. He confided in no one and stayed to himself. In Lucius' eyes he was so much like Snape and he hated that.
"Yes father?" Draco looked at his father with a blank face and took the letter when Lucius handed it to him. He just look at his father for a moment then read the letter and when he was finished simply handed the short letter back to his father.
"What are you going to do, Draco?"
"Nothing at all, Sir," answered Draco and Lucius stared him down. Draco was so unlike his father no mater what other's saw. Lucius was always first to react but Draco liked to lye behind the scenes and wait for people to come to him.
"Go to the young lady' s home Draco and initiate so sort of relationship. I have told you many times that the matches that this matchmaker makes are no joke. Powerful magic stand behind them that can hurt you and Ms. Weasley."
Draco listened to Lucius go on and on about powerful magic but it really went into one ear and out of the other. He understood everything there was to know about the matchmaker but he wanted her to come to him. He knew about her Weasley pride but it was her responsibility to approach him. He had not been to visit a matchmaker to find love and he would not initiate it.
Ginny paced her room in great aggravation even though two weeks had passed. She did not have the courage to approach Draco. She had kind of hoped that he would come to her once he received the letter from the matchmaker but now she was thinking that unlikely. School was start back in less than a week so she wanted to do do something fast. She just couldn't believe that anyone would think that she was a soul mate for a Malfoy.
When Ginny, her mother, and her grandmother left Mr. Anderson's home she was in a total wreck. She had literally yelled and scream at the man but he just smiled. It terrified her when he said that he had never placed a couple together that hadn't married but she just laughed in his face saying that she would be the first. She was actually in hysterics in her brain because she knew how her mother and father turned out.
Finally after contemplating on what she should do she sat down at her cherry oak desk and began a letter to Draco Malfoy. She wrote the letter over several time before she sealed it and called her owl.
Narcissa Malfoy sat at the right hand of her husband at the dinner table in Malfoy Manor. She had heard about her son and the Weasley girl but she had paid it no mind until this moment. Draco had received a letter earlier to day from the young women about meeting someone time and Narcissa found this hilarious.
She had been watching every pureblood girl in England for the last two years and had actually been eyeing Ms. Weasley. If Draco hadn't found a wife by his 22nd birthday it was Narcissa's responsibility to find him one and she wanted someone totally opposite from herself for her son. Narcissa wished for someone controlling, short tempered, and that wouldn't let her son walk all over him and this young lady might be the right person.
"Draco, why don't you invite the young lady over for tea or lunch tomorrow?" suggested Narcissa and Lucius shook his head. He knew that his wife would have a grand time with this relationship and do everything she could so that this girl could be her son's wife.
"I will consider that mother," answered Draco before turning back to his dinner and Narcissa scowled. She had really helped raise a child so different from herself.
"Draco I personally think that is it time that you started behaving like a man. You are 21 years old and so close to the age where Malfoy men are required to get married and you don't even bring women home for dinner."
"Mother it is my life," replied Draco getting up from his seat and forcefully pushing his plate away from him. "I will be married on time like every Malfoy man before me. I assure you that you have nothing to worry about."
Narcissa watched with delight but worry as her son stormed out of the dinning room and smiled sweetly at her husband as he shook his head in agony.
"Well at least I got a rouse out of him." said Narcissa getting up from the table.
Deep in the walls of Hogwarts Headmistress McGonagall sat in her office contemplating about the new year. It was almost one week before school was starting and she had not found a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Everything seemed so easier when Dumbledore was around and he was instructing her for her take over but this was a lot different. She had to make decisions on her on but she did have a small bit of Dumbledore. He had become a portrait that moved threw the walls when he died.
"Allow Professor Snape to take DADA," said one of the portraits and Minevera had thought about that. Now that Voldermort was no longer a threat she didn't see why she couldn't give Snape the job.
"Then I'll need a potions teacher," huffed Minevera.
"Write a letter to Draco Malfoy and ask him to take the job," suggested the portrait of Dumbledore and that was one thing that she hadn't thought about. He was an amazing student when he was at Hogwarts education wise and he was even more amazing at Potions.
"Thank you, Albus. I really don't know what I'd do without you."
Draco watched as Ginevera walked up to the door of Malfoy Manor and kind of admired what he saw. She had gotten a little taller since the last time he saw her at Hogwarts and her hair appeared a deeper shade of red that made her appear exotic. But what was amazing about her was how her hips curved perfectly and just how her body looked in her dress. She was wearing a green dress that contrasted perfectly with her hair.
"Hi," said Ginny when Draco opened the door for her but she was not looking at him. She seemed to be avoiding eye contact with him and he found it a little amusing.
"I'm not going to bite," said Draco picking at Ginny but she just rolled her eyes and walked pass him into the parlor that was right inside the door. She was standing in a room of the manor that was changed every time a new Malfoy wife joined the family and the everything about the room seemed perfect. The ancient table and chair were placed perfectly around the room and the pictures on the walls were pictures of Draco at every stage of his life.
While walking around the room Ginny found a picture of Draco as a young boy that amused her so much that she laughed out loud.
"What's so funny?" Draco walked up behind Ginny and peered over her shoulder and her entire body became tense. Draco looked at her for a second then stepped back and gave Ginny her space.
"He was such a cute baby, I just don't understand what happened," laughed Narcissa walking in and immediately noticing that the picture was of two year old Draco playing with his father's wand and turning his hair black.
"Yes, he was," answered Ginny emphasizing the word 'was'.
Hope you like this chapter because it took me a few days. I didn't really know where to go with it.
