Draco had been staring at the ceiling for fifteen minutes, refusing to get up. His mother always dragged him to places where she wanted to go. He remembered the times when she wanted to go some famous rose gardens. It was rather boring. Flowers were not all exciting. She even wanted to visit Hogwarts, the place where he vowed he would not step in again. He usually did not complain, but this time was different from the others. What grown man goes with his mother to watch a ballet performance? If any person catches news of this, he would be a laughing stock. After spending another fifteen minutes on his bed, he finally got up.
He muttered, "I am going to have the worst time. I know it."
Stalking towards his closet, he pulled out his new dress robes. At least he would look good. He smirked at the thought. Just then, an idea popped into his head. Women go to these things right? PERFECT! After Saint Harry Potter married Ginny Weasley, the title of "Most Eligible Bachelor" went to Draco. He had the looks, money, and power. The press was obsessed with his life and followed him relentlessly and he loved it. Draco loved to be the center of attention ever since his days at Hogwarts. Women were drawn to him as well because they wanted to become the next Mistress Malfoy and to obtain his money. Whoever married him would be settled for life. They would never have to worry about financial issues. The only things that they could be concerned about was what to wear to each event and if their dress matched their shoes. Draco knew women were not really interested in him, but he did not mind. He had not found the perfect woman to settle down with anyway. He was just too picky.
He had a list of things he looked for in the perfect wife:
1) She must be beautiful. He wanted someone whom he could be proud to show off.
2) She must be able to carry a real conversation. Not about makeup, gossip, or any girly topic.
3) She must not be clingy. Pansy Parkinson came to mind when he wrote this one down.
4) She must be good in bed. He did not want to spend the rest of his life with someone who could not please him.
Draco could think of a couple of more to add to the list, but he realized that he would never find someone to meet all the requirements. He just had to settle for these four points.
He was actually looking a little bit forward to going to the ballet now. How bad it could be? A room full of women. He might even meet someone maybe his soul mate, though he doubted it.
He got dressed and headed towards his bathroom. Taking his expensive hair gel, he slicked his hair back until there was not even one hair out of place. He always made sure that his hair was perfect. His white-blond hair made him easily distinguishable. No other wizard had this hair color except those in his family and women loved it. The color complimented his pale complexion as well as his grey eyes.
After one final check in front of his full length mirror, he was ready.
He descended down the stairs slowly and stopped at the bottom of the step, where his mother was patiently waiting. Narcissa was dressed in a sleek black silk dress with her custom green dress robes over it. Her hair was in an updo which showed her flawless face despite her rather old age. Her neck was adorned with an ostentatious emerald necklace and her ears had large dangling diamonds. Leave it to his mother to flaunt her money to the wizarding world.
"It is about time son. I was about to go to your room and see what was taking you so long."
"I apologize for keeping you waiting mother. You look beautiful by the way."
"Oh do not try and get on my good side. I know you too well Draco."
Draco smiled at what his mother just said. It was true that he was the only one who knew him.
"Now Draco, don't look so miserable. You might meet someone there. I am not getting any younger. I would like grandchildren soon."
He groaned. His mother had been pressuring him to find a girl and marry her. She even set him up with a couple of her friend's daughters. He shuddered at the memories. They were all the same: clueless and out for his money.
He turned his attention back to his mother and she said, "Draco pay attention. We are going to apparate there. Ready?" and held out her slender hand for him.
Just as he took her hand, they left Malfoy Manor and appeared at the venue. They were standing on a marble floor in a room full of people. Narcissa immediately recognized her friends and started animatedly talking to them. Not wanting to listen to his mother's conversation, Draco looked around the room and saw that the place was beautifully decorated. There were large flower arrangements on every flat surface, paintings with gold frames, and tables full of delectable pastries. He turned his attention on the people and he was right about one thing. There were plenty of women. However, he was not the only bloke in the room. He noticed two familiar faces. No way. It could not be.
He turned to his mother and said, "I am going to chat with my friends. I will meet you at our seats later."
She nodded and told him, "That is fine, but you must be seating before the show starts."
He quickly said yes and made his way over to his friends.
"Zabini! Nott!"
"Well if it isn't Draco Malfoy. I never expected you to be here of all places," said the dark handsome wizard.
Nott agreed and said, "Yes mate, what are you doing here?"
Draco became puzzled and said, "Well, what are you guys doing here?"
The three looked at each other and all said, "Girls." They laughed and chatted for ten minutes before the doors opened.
As they were about to depart, Draco asked them where they were sitting. Each boy told him a different seat number and he was disappointed. He would have to watch the ballet with his mother. He would have rather watched it with his friends, but his mother would have scolded him for leaving her.
He took a deep breath and said, "Well here it goes," and walked through the double doors into the room where he would be spending two hours watching a pointless show.