Chapter 1 : No Damn WAY!
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Draco Malfoy leaned against the balcony railing of Michael Richmond’s room, eyeing his favorite crony with amusement and a bit of disbelief. Michael had just announced that his parents had arranged a marriage with a muggle girl. He stared at Michael, who was on his bed, lying on his back, his posture showing the way he hated the idea.
"Dude, I can’t say I’m happy for you because then I’d be lying but," Draco hesitated. "You have to admit, for a muggle-born she’s got real power."
Michael sat up, glaring at his best friend. "Yeah, sure. Easy for you to say. Your girlfriend went to Hogwarts. Is still attending like us. She’s been in muggle school all her life!"
As he said this last part, Michael flung his arm out, emphasizing. Draco tried to resist laughing and just barely managed to hide a smile.
"This is true," Draco agreed nodding. "But,"
"No buts!" Michael yelled. "She’s a muggle for crying out loud! She wouldn’t know what a wand was if it slapped her in the face!"
Draco sighed. "How can you know that?"
"Did you not hear what I just said?"
"Well she has to have some kind of knowledge if your parents have been communicating with her family all these years!" Draco exclaimed, trying to prove a point.
Michael didn’t bite. "Stupidity is my answer. Her family is the reason I’m in this mess!"
Draco groaned, letting his head fall in mock defeat. "Have you even met her yet?"
Michael leapt from the bed, to his feet, glaring harder. Draco didn’t budge and this seemed to anger him more. "What does it matter? I have to marry her, absolutely have to!"
On a roll, Draco persisted. "Yes, but have you met her? How do you know she’s not a great person?"
Michael straightened looking at Draco in disgust. "Since when did you become a muggle lover Malfoy?" He seethed. "As far as I can remember you don’t approve of any of them."
"I like this one," Draco admitted, especially proud on the fact that Michael did not know he’d done some background on this particular muggle. "She has potential."
Michael’s eyes widened in disbelief. "You?" His eyebrows and expression rolled back into a glare. "Then why don’t you marry the trash?"
"Because I’m taken." Draco answered calmly.
His eyes widened again before Michael spun around, flinging his arms in the air with an angry and frustrated cry. "Dammit! Of all the things I could get into I have to get into this!"
He walked over to his wardrobe and flung the doors open. "What are you doing?" Draco asked when Michael began to rip a shirt, and pants off their hangers.
"Getting ready." Michael snarled, yanking out a coat.
Michael sighed in real defeat. "I’m meeting this girl for tea with her family. Well, our families." He grumbled then and Draco could no longer hear what Michael said.
After a long silence in which Michael threw off his day cloths and began to change into the white shirt and tux, Draco cleared his throat. "Do you want me to come with you man?"
Michael turned to Draco, his hand pausing on one of the buttons on his shirt. "What?"
"Should I come with you?"
Michael was quiet a moment as he studied the blond male he’d known his whole life. "Yea dude," he said, finally. "I think I need the moral support. I have NEVER talked politely to a muggle in my entire life."
Draco laughed. "It may be easier than you think."
Michael stared at his reflection on the room’s large mirror, surprised that he was even trying to be presentable. He wore black slacks, a white shirt, black tie, and a black jacket. His feet fashioned highly polished black dress shoes. His dark brown hair was parted right down the middle and hung straight to his shoulders. His eyes were more icy than usual, most likely because of his rotten mood.
"You should’ve dressed all in black," Draco said, coming into the mirror’s view. He wore nearly the same thing as Michael except his shirt was also black. His blond hair was slicked back, looking more fixed than usual. "It would be better for your situation since you are mourning."
Despite his mood, Michael could not help but smile. "Mourning may not be the exact word for it, but pretty damn close."
"It’s good attire to meet someone you are dreading to meet."
Michael shrugged. "I may be snotty but I do know how to look good. I hang around you don’t I?"
"You aren’t snotty."
"You’re only saying that because I’m not as stupid as the others."
"No. I’m saying it because it’s true."
Michael rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah. A Slytherin that isn’t a jerk. Never existed."
Draco smirked, but said nothing else on the matter.
"You ready for this?"
"Is any man ready to get married at 17?"
Michael took and deep breath and let it out. "Guess it’s time to do this."
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