~ Prologue ~
It is a mindset so engrained into the Wizarding families that a single young wizard of good job and fortune must need a witch to make him complete. Regardless of the feelings of the wizard himself on matrimony and relationships, this view is so entrenched in the wizard families as to make all the single wizards fair game for their daughters.(Funny how some things are the same whether muggle or magician)
And it was such with two of the most eligible wizards in Britain, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. Harry famous, handsome, brave and with a solid future in the ministry as an auror and Draco attractive, talented, rich and from one of the oldest pureblood families. Both are facing challenges when it comes to witches and weddings. But when the beautiful friends of Hermione and Ginny cross their paths will they help bring everything into balance? Or will the two wizards blow their chances at love?
~ Chapter One ~
"Oh Mother not again. Can't you let it go for just
one day?" I sighed, catching sight of her reflection in my bedroom mirror.
"Draco, be sensible. We need the inheritance that your grandfather left, and it is dependant on you getting married. It’s high time you thought of settling down anyway, you are almost twenty one and Astoria Greengrass will be a perfect match for you. It is my wish, as well as that of you fathers that you take attending this event with her seriously."
"What about what
I want" I muttered mutinously under my breath.
Sharp eared as ever, mother replied to my comment.
“Astoria Greengrass is beautiful, charming and a comes from a respectable pureblood family, Draco. What more could you want from a prospective wife? She would be instrumental to bringing respect and honour back to the Malfoy name if you chose her. It is way things have always been done and
will be done, Draco. You will go with her to the opening and have a
good time." Narcissa Malfoy said in a tone that clearly indicated
or else. "You are, of course, free to choose who you wish to marry Draco. Your father and I just want to make sure it is the most worthy bride of the Malfoy name, befitting of our only son."
Knowing it was no good to argue I finished pulling on my black velvet dress robes alone with my thoughts.
Astoria is
pretty. Long golden hair, porcelain skin and a petite figure. So why don't I feel anything for her?
Because when she opens her mouth she has nothing interesting to say and my sarcasm often goes sailing over her pretty little head. My logical and sarcastic side replied.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad with Astoria if I didn't feel pressure from both our families. Her family wants to marry for the money, mine for the status. I thought bitterly.
The only way mother will let me marry as I want is if I marry into a respectable pureblood family as befits the Malfoy name, and the Greengrasses are the most respectable of them all. If not then there is always Pansy Parkinson. I get on better with her. I mused idly.
Yeah but its only because she agrees with everything you say, where is the fun or equality in that? And I think she is more in love with the idea of being the next "Mrs Malfoy" than she is with me. My logic answered.
I wish there was someone out there who could see past my name and money and treat me like a real person, like an equal. I want someone who has confidence and isn't afraid to challenge me mentally and even win. And be beautiful. Hah! As if such a witch exists. If only such a witch could find me, save me from all of this.
I put the finishing touches to my hair and picked up a white corsage I was supposed to give to Astoria. It was made of gardenias “At least I get to see how 3 of my investments are going tonight." I said as I gave myself a last look over in the mirror.
"That’s the spirit, Sir. And I must say you do look rather dashing tonight.” My mirror complemented me in the warm, English country woman’s sort of voice that I had grown used to over the years.
Sighing I waved my wand, causing all the candles to extinguish before apperating into Hogsmeade, and my seemingly inevitable future of who would I choose instead of what.
*Credit to Jane Austen’s "Pride and Prejudice" for inspiring the opening paragraph*
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