Storming into the hall, Draco slammed his hand on the Hufflepuff table, a distressed expression on his face. “Look at this! I can’t her! I can’t believe this! If my father hears about this,” Draco trailed off, growing more distressed.
Glancing at the newspaper, Wayne spun it around, reading the article to the others as Kevin began comforting Draco. “Mr Malfoy Junior, the son of prestigious British Ministry of magic official and school governor for Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry Lucious Malfoy, seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards. His latest prey, sources report, is none other than the Bulgarian bon-bon Viktor Krum- who, word has it, his eyes on another. No word yet on how Malfoy snr's response to his son's latest actions in school.”
Roger fidgeted as he heard the article, lowering his head slightly. Draco groaned again, slamming his head against the table. “I’m never going home.”
“I don’t see the big deal,” Wayne muttered, running his eyes over the article.
“You wouldn’t, you don’t have an arranged marriage and an expectancy to produce an heir.”
“You have an arranged marriage,” Kevin asked, blinking in surprise.
Draco groaned once more. “There is no other option. Father set it up before I was born and I will be expected to follow through with it when the time comes and I must at least produce one heir.”
“Well, that’s depressing. Who even is it to?”
Draco lifted his head when a loud screech echoed from across the room. Pansy rushed over, screaming out Draco’s name. The poor Slytherin paled as she grabbed him, pulling him from his seat. “My mother and father read the article! They’re cancelling the marriage!”
Draco gulped, hanging his head. “W-What?! Pansy, I can explain-” before Draco could finish, Pansy pulled him into a tight hug.
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” She stepped back, grinning madly. “Not that you’re not nice or anything but thank Slytherin we don’t have to get married. Not that you’re not nice or anything but I really like girls. Guess we were on the same boat. Enjoy your boys!” Pansy turned around, speeding away and leaving Draco standing there confused.
‘What was all that about?’ Sly tilted his head as he walked up to the group, taking a seat next to Roger.
“Draco just got out of an arranged marriage he didn’t want to be in,” Roger explained as Sly tilted his head.
‘What’s a marriage and what’s an arranged marriage?’
Roger chuckled, rolling his eyes. “It’s when two people who are romantically involved swear off getting romantically involved with anyone else. Like Mr and Mrs Weasley.”
Sly opened his mouth, ‘oh’ing as he blinked. ‘What’s an arranged one?’
“When someone’s parents make their children marry someone else of their choice, usually to preserve bloodlines.”
Blinking, Sly tilted his head once more. ‘I don’t get it.’
“Yes, it doesn’t make a lot of sense. But it's an old tradition. I much prefer marrying for love, it’s a lot more romantic.”
Sly paused. ‘I don’t get any of it.’
Snorting, Kevin shook his head. “I think you’ll change your mind soon.”
‘Why do you say that?’
“You’ll see.” Kevin grinned, leaning on the table.
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Death Parts Us
FanfictionWhen Sirius Black breaks out of prison, seeing his godson hanging around that rat, he does the most logical think that occured to him. He was going to break into Hogwarts and rip that stupid rat into a million pieces. He couldn't imagine a single t...
