A/N: Sorry about the wait and the shortness of the chapter but I've been having writers block... :sighs: Thanks to my wonderful beta and friend ArtemisEmerald! Anyway heres chapter two!

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The sounds of boots on marble, the laughter of the overly powdered women that were scattered through out the room. The smell of musk mixed with food and bad breath was floating in a cloud that if one could see it was most likely bubbling. A feeling like that of a trapped rat. All these things could sum up the ball and it all surrounded and tried to swallow Draco whole.

Yet another waltz was playing and another random hopeful girl in his arms. He had tried to escape a few times only to be found by his mother and brought back with a stern look and a tongue lashing.

Sighing, he gazed boredly over the pouting princess to a group of guests just arriving. Catching sight of black hair and a wild expression he smiled and shook his head. There was only one person who who style their hair like that. Draco looked down and the happy blonde in his arms and bowed. "I'm sorry miss but I must go." He kissed her hand lightly and turned away.

He quickly pushed passed the gatherers of royals gagging with hope. "Now what do we have here?" He asked looking at the back of the messy black locks. "Pansy doll, I thought you were banned." Draco laughed as his friend turned and proceeded to punch his shoulder.

"And I thought you were..." His hand slapped over her mouth as she started to say what had banned her last time. She licked his hand and her eyes twinkled mischievously.

The action made Draco just laugh louder, grabbed her arm and led her back outside and away from the marble dance floor, bad smell, and his mother's eyes.

"Still as wild as ever I see." He mumbled, leaning against the wall of the castle.

"Well, you could throw me in the dungeon, whip me, starve me, and I still wouldn't be tame." She smiled and walked forward to give him a hug. "Draco I've missed you."

He smiled and wrapped an arm around the wild girl. "As have I."

The stood like that for a minute before Pansy pulled back. "I heard you have to find yourself a wife?"

"I think everyone's heard that." Draco mumbled looking passed his friends shoulder. "Pans why do we have to marry?"

Pansy's eyes widened and she gave him an amused look. "Well, one has to marry to give a legitimate heir. That and I suppose love."

Draco laughed. "Love?" He looked back down eyeing her with a sudden dissatisfaction in his eyes. "Only commoners can marry for love."

"Well then I guess we marry for the sake of having a prize, a bed warmer, and for an heir." Pansy smiled and leaned up against the wall next to him. "But why doth thou ask of this? Thou should already know."

"I don't want to get married..."

"No one really does." Pansy interjected.

Frowning he slid down the wall to rest on the lightly wet grass. "I wish I could just marry you and get it over with."

Smiling she sat down by her friend. "You know I can't. I'm betrothed to Lord Nott's son. And even if I could marry you I wouldn't, it would be terrible not being able to please you." She laughed.

Draco stuck his tongue out. "Not that you'd ever get a chance to try."

Pansy sighed. "See, your as straight as a rainbow. I feel sorry for your future wife." Draco opened his mouth to protest. "No! You will be married, there is no way around it." Draco sunk lower into the ground.

Pansy reached out and grabbed his chin with her hand making him look her. "Draco, you know I'm only trying to help. Why don't you take a week or two to go to the summer house, I'm sure the King and Queen wont mind. Take that time to look at your future, pick your future wife and start looking forward to children." With that she let go of his chin and stood. "Now look what you made me do!" She said pointing to the mud spot that covered her bottom. "And I swore I wasn't going to ruin anything this time!" She sighed again and smiled back at her prince.

Draco tried to smile back but it came out as a pitiful little pout.

Holding out her hand she smiled again. "Come, take me dancing."

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Sighing, Harry re-adjusted the strap of his bag, making sure that it wouldn't fall off and get all full of mud mud. Groaning for the thousandth time since he had gotten into Hogsmead, he jumped out of the carriage, not really caring that he splashed Fudge with the mud.

The squat man made a sputtering sound and promptly tried to wipe the mud from his pants. This action just made Harry want to push the old man over into the puddle the lay beside them.

With yet another groan he decided against it, figuring that he would be let back into the army faster if he stayed on Fudge's good side. That is if he had a good side.

Fudge gave up and stood, looking at the castle that was just beyond the wall. "Well Mister Potter it seems this is were I will leave you." Fudge turned to look at Harry and gave him a once over. "Make sure you don't get into trouble." The fat man laughed jovially and started walking up towards the castle wall to where a young red head was standing.

Fudge clapped his meaty hands together to get the boys attention, and then held them out to shake with the boy. "You must be Lord Weasley's son! Do keep a close watch on young Mister Potter here, he's a bit of a ruffian."

Harry gritted his teeth together, once again wanting to push the man into the mud.

Weasley looked over at Harry and grinned a slightly lopsided sort of grin. "I'm sure I can keep him out of trouble sir."

Satisfied with the answer Fudge made a happy noise in the back of his throat. "Good good, then all is settled then. I must be on my way, lots to do, lots to do." He started back towards the carriage and stopped in front of Harry. "Don't mess up."

Harry glared. "I don't plan too."