Draco looked down at the letter that was delivered. He knew that eagle. He knew this letter was not going to be pleasant, but knew he better get it over with. Hermione was talking about something, kept going on about whatever it was, and he just started at the parchment, the words just not wanting to connect in his brain.

Draco,
Your father and I would like your presence at the Manor today to discuss a wonderful opportunity that has come about from the Greengrass family. We have already made arrangements for you to talk with us and the Greengrass household, so your presence is much needed. Please be here as soon as possible as this is of the utmost importance.
Mum

Draco was snapped out of his daze by a kiss from Hermione. He feared what this opportunity was. He went into the bedroom and found himself presentable to wear for a "business lunch" with his family. He really wished his family would just leave him be, he enjoyed his job, had a wonderful relationship, and was finally being happy for the first time in a long time.

Draco apparated outside the Manor, to remind his parents he does not live there anymore. After ringing the bell, he was escorted into the formal living room. He hated this room, always being forced to impress people he could not care any less for. There his mother rose and gave her son a big hug.

"So glad you made it Draco," she smiled as she looked at him, taking him his healthy appearance.

"By the way you worded things, it was not as if I had a choice in the matter, now did I?" Draco whispered to his mother, seeing the company they had in the room.

Narcissa lead her son to the couches, where all the occupants rose to greet him. Draco saw a man who he assumed to be the head of the household Greengrass. He noticed the older woman with him, and the two younger ladies with him. Deep inside the confides of his mind, he groaned, and now had a full understanding of what was going to happen.

"Draco," Lucius said curtly, "I would like you to meet Mr. and Mrs. Greengrass, and their lovely daughters, Daphne and Astoria."

"It's a pleasure." Draco shook hands with Mr. Greengrass, and kiss the hands of the three ladies. He moved to sit down, and everybody followed suit.

"Pleasure is all mine, Draco." Mr. Greengass replied, a hopeful smile in his voice.

Almost instantly, a small chat conversation began, trying to get everybody relaxed and comfortable with one another. Draco knew something was up, and was very hesitant with his impression of the family sitting across from him. Several hours passed, lunch was served, and the families found themselves back in the formal living room once more, still occupying themselves with small talk.

"It was a wonderful wedding, wasn't it Narcissa?" Mrs. Greengrass asked, snapping Draco's attention back to the topic at hand.

"Who's wedding was this again?" Draco asked, his father glared at him for not paying attention.

"Why it was Miss Parkinson's wedding to Theodore Nott. Come to think of it, you were not there, which surprised me." Draco made a mental note to get in touch with some of his friends, which he had not done in a while.

"Oh, yes, I was unable to attend due to a work assignment that I was given. I do wish them the best." Draco half lied, hoping to cover his own tracks on where he had been. He knew that this answer would not be good enough.

"You missed out on one of the best weddings of a couple of status," his father began. "Which brings me to the real reason why we are here. Draco, Miss Parkinson was the ideal person we would have wanted you to marry. Her family comes from a long line of high society witches and wizards, and you two would have been a perfect match. Unfortunately, Mr. Nott thought the same, and has wed her. You, my son, are of age to be married, and we do have a certain image to uphold."

"Father, you are aware that this will not look good upon our family, seeing as the war is over. There is not a pressure to marry pure, in fact many look down upon this." Draco was furious.

"Why yes, I understand this perfectly. Miss Bulstrode, Mr. Crabbe, and several other of your so-called friends from school have all married impure people. It's a shame. Not many pure lines out there, and all of these people dirtying our bloodlines we have worked hard for all thanks to that Mr. Potter." Draco fought back the anger he had in him, and did his best to not show it. "I see this angers you as much as it does me, knowing that everybody is not upholding their family legacies."

"I have made a proposal, Young Malfoy. I would like you to marry one of my daughters. I will assure you that they are both of pure blood, and will make for wonderful wives, who will be very loyal and faithful." Mr. Greengrass mentioned, as if he were trying to sell Draco a new broom.

"Thank you, but no thank you." Draco politely said. Gasps from all the women were the only sound that was made, and Lucius rose, pulling his son up with a strong grip on his shirt.

"You better have a good reason for disobeying your parents thusly, and in front of company. This is the best arrangement that we have seen-" Lucius was cut off by the entry of a house elf, holding a silver tray with a single letter written on it, addressed to Draco. Draco looked at the time, and knew who it was from, but still took the letter and opened it anyways. A smirk played across his face when he remembered something rather important.

"Why yes, father, I do have a good reason. You see, as lovely as the Greengrass ladies are, I am currently in a relationship that I believe you will approve of." He never dropped his smirk, and his father began to be curious.

"I have contacted all the remaining pureblood families out there in regards to arranging a marriage for you. These are the last two witches I see fit for you to marry, unless you are planning on marrying blood traitors or even worse." Lucius cringed with a look of disgust on his face. Narcissa was on the verge of tears.

"Actually, father, you have missed a family. Now if you don't mind me, Miss Dewin and I have-"

"You have got to be joking. The Dewin family has been long gone. Nobody has seen them since the Squib got married. It was rumored that they were killed back at the first rise of our Lord." Lucius laughed out. All four adults began to laugh at the absurd notion that the Dewin family was still around.

"Well, if you don't mind me, we have a dinner date, and as you have raised me, you can never be late to a dinner." Draco turned to give his mother a hug, and whispered in her ear, "I can't believe you thought this would be a good idea." He said his good-byes to the Greengrass family, and apparated back to the flat he shared.

Upon seeing Hermione, Draco ran up and gave her a deep kiss, reminding himself that she was in fact real. "Thank you for saving me," he said between kisses.

"That bad?"

"You have no idea. They were trying to arrange a marriage for me and one of the Greengrass daughters because they are, as they believe, the last respectable family for me to marry into. Which is ridiculous that my father thinks it is still sociably acceptable to uphold the pureblooded philosophy. He even told me most everybody I knew has gotten married, and some to muggle born and half bloods." Draco ranted. Hermione remained silent, unsure of how to respond.

Ginny coughed, alerting him she was there. Draco jumped and immediately turned red. "Well, since are on the topic of marriages, will you be accompanying Hermione to mine?" thus beginning a more pleasant conversation on weddings. Once all the details were made, Hermione made a realization.

"Ginny, where will Ron be?" Ginny paled. She had completely forgotten that Ron was Harry's Best Man, and could not believe that it slipped her mind.

"Uh, I will talk to Harry about this. Can I owl you later?" Hermione nodded as Ginny disapparated out of the flat. Hermione turned to Draco, a sly smile upon her face.

"So what did you eventually tell them?" She asked as she drew up close to him, her breath on his lips.

"I told them I had a dinner date with a Miss Dewin, and then I left. Not after they told me that family has been long gone. But in a way, I was given their approval just by the acknowledgment of the name. So shall you make an honest man out of me, and go out to dinner with me?" Draco asked huskily, his lips brushing against hers with every movement. Giving in, he kissed her with the pent up desire he had from the moment they were interrupted by Ginny. In the back of his mind, he debated throwing off dinner, taking her down the hall, and making love, until he heard a stomach growl. "C'mon love, let's get something to eat, shall we?"

A quick nod, and the couple changed into something suitable for a celebratory dinner, pausing only briefly for the letter that had arrived by owl. Hermione told herself she would open it in the morning, that it was not that important yet. Right now was for her and Draco, and knowing that he was not going to marry some stranger. She wondered if he said no because he had plans, but the two of them never talked about what each other wanted in the way of marriage. It seemed overly discussed for the day, and Hermione made a mental note to talk to him about it. Maybe after Harry and Ginny's wedding.

Draco held out his arm, a glimmer in his eye, and once Hermione had a good hold on him, he apparated them to a lovely dinner. The night was still young, and he was ready to make a good end to a bad day.