Sorry for the long wait, but here's chapter two, part uno! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: The Malfoys do not belong to me, sadly, and I take no right over them. They belong to J. K. Rowling.

Sebastia

Sebastia had been moping around ever since she had found out the news, which had been a week ago. At meal times, she ignored her parents, and left as soon as she was done. After the first two nights, she placed a silencing spell on her room, so her parents could not hear her sobs and she could not hear her mother's. She knew she was acting very childish, but she knew no other way to show her parents that she was angry. And she couldn't curse them to oblivian like she would do many of her classmates. Sebastia had also spent a lot of time outside after learning this news. When she was outside, she could do whatever she wanted. Like, you know, make her own decisions. Her mother gave her the news yesterday morning that they would meeting her berothed tonight. Sebastia put on an indifferent face but on the inside she was sobbing all over again. Why couldn't her parents see some sense in this? Couldn't they see that their only daughter wouldn't be happy and would probably hate them to their grave? No, of course not. Weren't all pure-blood parents like that?

But Sebastia wasn't suffering alone. Her friends had all been given the news that they were to marry, too. They all gathered together at Sebastia's house one day and complained and whined about it. They didn't believe it fair, although they'd knew it would happen someday. Augusto seemed the most upset. He would be marrying a female. "Just think of the horrible sex!" he sobbed into Annora's shoulder. They were all angry and upset with their parents.

At five that afternoon, Sebastia was simply lying in her bed, reading a book she had found in the study, when her mother entered her room.

"It's time for you to get up and get ready, amato," she said, sitting on the edge of said girl's bed. Sebastia ignored her mother and continued on reading. It wasn't until the book was snatched out of her hands.

"Um, hello, I was reading that, donne!" Sebastia snapped, making to grab the book back. Her mother threw it across the room and stood with her hands on her hips.

"I will not be ignored, signorina," she said, sternly. "You will get up, get ready and stop acting so puerile. Now get up."

Sebastia scowled and threw her legs over the side of her bed, standing up. "I'm up, mamma. See?! Now, what else would you want me to do, vostra altezza?"

Her mother tugged her into her large bathroom. "You will bathe first. Then, when you are ready, call me back."

Sebastia waved her hand dismissively.

"Ti amo, la mia piccola principessa," her mother said, pinching her cheek slightly. Sebastia sighed and gave a weak smile.

"Love you, too, mamma," Sebastia muttered back, albeit, slightly reluctantly. Her mother kissed her forehead and walked out. Sebastia then stripped out of her clothing and settled in the bathe. She sighed as she thought about her husband-to-be and her in-laws. She hoped at least they were tolerable. She didn't think her parents would be too thrilled to find their son-in-law and his family cursed. It was almost an hour later when Sebastia was finally done with her bath. She grabbed two towels hanging on the rack, which instantly replaced the towels, and wrapped one around her body and the other around her hair. She walked into her room and called for her mother. Her mother appeared in no less than two seconds. Her mother didn't say anything to her straight away, instead she went into Sebastia's walk-in closet.

"Which dress do you think will suit you?" her mother called back.

"Like I would know," Sebastia muttered to herself. "Besides, I don't even think I have a choice, anyway."

Sebastia was right; her mother came out when three dresses. The first one was a pretty emerald green dress. Sebastia rolled her eyes and the dress flew back into the closet. The second dress was a beautiful periwinkle blue. It was a one sided dress that flowed nicely. But Sebastia scrunched up her nose. That dress flew back into the closet along with the first dress.

"I guess you like this dress, then?" her mother chuckled. The last and final dress more of a French dress. But it was kind of funny because the Degarmos were an Italian family, but had traces of French mixed in. Sebastia smiled and took the dress from her mother and held it up to herself, spinning around.

"Sicuramente il mio vestito," Sebastia sighed happily. With a snap of her fingers, her damp towel was replaced by the snug fitting dress. Sebastia walked over to her full-sized mirror, examining herself. The dress was truly beautiful; it was a beautiful creme color and had lace flowers going up and down her leg, around the collar of the dress, and along the shoulder hems of the dress. The dress really pulled out her developing curves.

"So, what do you think, mamma?" Sebastia turned to face her mother. Her mother scruntinized her for a moment, ordering her to turn around many times, dizzing the young girl. Finally, a smile broke out over the elder woman's face as she said, "Sei bella, bambino." Sebastia grinned widely. A smirk replaced the smile on her mother's face and she added, "Your husband-to-be is going to have a hard time keeping his off of you."

Sebastia laughed in the first time in a week. Even if she was wearing a trash bag, Sebastia was pretty sure that her soon-to-be husband would eye her. Her parents had probably married her to some pig.

"Now, what to do about your hair?" Her mother played with Sebastia's wet mocha brown curls. Not knowing what to do, her mother just tapped her daughter's head with her wand, watching as numerous hairstyles appeared on the young brunette. Finally, she gasped out, "Perfect!" Sebastia's hair was no longer wet, but it was tame and in bodacious waves. Sebastia thought it suited with the dress as she smirked at her reflection. Her make-up was simple; mostly natural, but there was still some make-up products used.

"I can't believe my little bambino is all grown up," her mother sighed, tears in her eyes. Sebastia groaned, despite herself.

"No. No tears," Sebastia pointed a warning finger at her mother, "you save that for my wedding."

Her mother let out a laugh as she pressed a kiss to her daughter's forehead. "Let's go. I told your father I'd have you ready in an hour. It's been an hour and a half. He's going to go completamente pazzo if we aren't down there soon."

"God knows how much we don't need a irritabile papà at a time like this," Sebastia snickered, slipping black pumps on her quaint feet. She followed slowly behind her mother, now feeling the dread over take her. In a moments time, she'd be meeting the man she'd be spending the rest of her life with and his family. She had to stop herself from falling down the stairs due to nerves. Her father was pacing around in the front hall. Upon hearing clacking approaching, his head snapped up.

"Liliana! Sebastia! There you are!" he sounded a bit angry. "We're nearly late. Hurry up, I don't want them to think we don't want this."

He apparated with out another word. Sebastia was glad at the moment that her mother grabbed her and side-apparated because she felt sick. She closed her eyes, feeling the tug at her stomach, and when she opened her eyes again, there was an elegantly eerie house standing in front of her.

"Malfoy Manor," her mother whispered to her.

Draco

Draco had been moody all day. He considered for a moment to just apparate away to get away from it all. But how would that help anything? When he came back, they'd try to tie him down again. He glared down at his half-empty glass of wine, not looking for this meeting with his wife-to-be and his in-laws.

"Draco, don't frown," his mother's voice sounded throughout the vacant drawing room. "You'll get wrinkles."

"I'm not in the mood, mother," Draco scowled, gulping down the rest of the wine. That had been his second one in the past hour. He just needed something to calm his anger or else he'd flip out on the family coming and ruin the whole marriage. Now that he thinks about it, maybe that's a good idea. . . .

"You aren't mad at us, are you, Draco?" Narcissa looked down at her son. Draco glanced at her, but did not respond. With a sigh, she said, "You know - we did this so you can be happy -"

"We've already gone through this," he snapped, irritated already. "An arranged marriage will not make me happy, it will make me miserable for the rest of my life and make me hate you and Father for their rest of your lives."

"What are supposed to do?" Narcissa's tone grew harsh. "We can't cut off the marriage, darling, it'd mess everything up. You'd never find someone as worthy of the family of the girl we found you."

"You don't know what I'd find because I didn't get a goddamn choice!" Draco's voice was loud and it sounded like it bounced off of every wall in the room and hit the pair full force. Narcissa may be shorter and looked like she'd give in; looks aren't everything. Just at that moment, the doorbell sounded and Narcissa jumped slightly.

"I expect your attitude to be cleaned up by the time you enter the entrance hall," Narcissa warned, sternly. She fixed herself slightly, took a deep breath, placed a warm smile on her face and slipped to answer the door. Draco huffed and ran a hand through his blond locks. The time was here. He was going to meet her.

"Liliana!" he heard his mother's happy voice along with a few other voices in the entrance hall. It took a few moments before he could finally place an indifferent look on his face. He stalked into the entrance hall, where his parents stood with a tanned family. His eyes immediately shot to the young girl. She looked older than he, which pleased him to no end. He liked older women. He plastered a suggesting smirk on his face, greeted himself to the elder witch and wizard and then held his hand out, gentlemanly for the last of the family. "Draco Malfoy, miss."

He could see that in her golden brown eyes, there was anger and slight shock raging through them. She put on a, what looked like a, pained smile and said, "Sebastia Degarmo. Pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine," Draco nearly purred, but realized his parents and hers as well were still present. So, as she put her small and soft hand in his large and rough one, he slowly brought it to his lips, kissing it gently, and never tearing his gaze away from her. She looked positively revolted. She gave him a half-smile, which, again, looked pained.

"Shall we go and talk for a while before dinner?" Lucius suggested, noticing the ever growing tension. The elder Malfoys and the elder Degarmos walked into the drawing room while Draco lagged behind with the reluctant Sebastia. Draco opened his mouth to say something but she grabbed him by the front of his suit and brought him closer.

"Make a move, Malfoy, and we'll be having some problems?" she hissed. "Got it?"

"Whatever you say, future Mrs. Malfoy," Draco winked which landed him with a kicking to a sensitive place. He bit his lip as his eyes watered, but he kept a pained smirk on his face.

"The stupid ones never learn," she looked down on his pained form as she smirked and glided after her parents. Draco followed after a few moments.

Oh, tonight was definitely going to be interesting.

Chapter Two be finished! Woo-hoo! I know this took literally forever to update, but I've been busy, so forgive me. c: This chapter will be split into two parts, obviously, seeing as this is part one. Anyway, hope you like this chapter!

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