To find a wife.
Many years later.
Draco Malfoy paced up and down wearing a path into the antique carpet, fuming.
A sweet, little, old lady sat in the winged armchair before the fire calmly sipping her delicate cup of tea, contemplating him with boredom.
"Why, Grandma, why?"
"Because," she said in the i-am-talking-to-a-spoilt-5-year-old-tone he hated "I say so."
Draco looked at her. This was no fragile and sweet little old lady who needed help to walk across the road because she was frightened of being knocked down by a car. This was the regal and proud little old lady who would give one look at the motorist who would then turn into jelly and never dare to drive on that road again.
"So, basically, you want me to marry and remain married for a year before you give me the family fortune," surmised Draco.
"Clever boy," said his Grandmother "all those years in Hogwarts not wasted then."
"But, why?" he asked urgently
"Because , dear, I am getting very tired of 'well-meaning' friends who come in every morning to 'warn me' about my grandson and his doings when all they really want is to confirm what they heard, embellish it and then carry on to spread it to the whole town. You do realize that you are shaming the family name? And you want me to give the family fortune to a womanizer and alcoholic? Now tell me darling, was it really true that little story of you, the blonde, the redhead and a large bath-tub filled with jello which I believe was before you trashed the Summerfield's party riding, of all things a monster truck?"
"Of COURSE not, Grandmother," said Draco sincerely "It was merely a bathtub filled with bubble bath. Although jello might make a nice change."
His Grandmother stood up.
Draco moved back. It was best to keep a safe distance from her when she got angry. Although now he thought about it, there was no safe distance, really.
"You will not fight me on this, Draco. You will get married or you will actually have to work for a living for once. Which might not be such a bad idea after all. Tell me Draco, how would you afford monster trucks on a meager salary? Think about it."
It took Draco all of 3 seconds to decide.
"I'll get married," he said sulkily
" I thought as much," said his grandmother smugly " She doesn't have to be a pureblood. Any decent, nice, sweet girl will do. I give you 6 months, Draco to find a wife, or your inheritance goes to charity. If of course, you find a girl and stay married to her for a year, next Christmas, you will get your inheritance. Then you may do as you please."
"Very well," said Draco.
"And Draco, she must marry you of her own free will. I will know if she has been coerced, forced, bewitched or blackmailed in any way. Do you understand?"
"Yes," he gritted out. The damn woman thought of everything.
Now, he thought to find a wife.