His Princess || Draco Malfoy

Chapter 1

My alarm buzzed. Some muggle contraptions were helpful, however annoying. My parents would crucify me if they knew I had it. I sat up in my bed, turning off the infernal noise it made. I looked at the clock. 8:30 am. I stood up, moving to the bathroom down the hall. I studied myself in the mirror as I brushed my teeth, my electric blue orbs staring back at me, my soft features seemingly highlighted in the harsh light. I put my waist-length hair up in a messy bun, throwing on some nice clothes. I lazily walked down the stairs into the kitchen. My mother and father sat at the table, discussing something in hushed voices. They stopped when they noticed me. 

"Good morning, Y/N." my father greeted me. I pretended not to notice their eyes glued to me as I tried to find some breakfast. 

"Good morning," I responded. His gaze stayed on me, as did my mother's. A moment of uncomfortable silence passed as I browsed through the pantry. 

"We have something to discuss with you," my mother said, breaking the silence. I walked over, sitting across from them, waiting for one of them to tell me what was going on.

"We have decided to marry you off," my father said pointedly. I interrupted him before he could say anything else. "Marry me off? Hell no. I am not some sort of prize cow!"

 My father stood up, visibly fuming. "You will hold your tongue, Y/N!" His voice boomed through the walls of the mansion. Fear struck my heart. Truth be told, I had seen this coming. My entire life seemed to be leading up to this. Still, the thought of it made my stomach turn.

My father calmed down as quickly as he had angered. He sat back down. "It's high time you contributed to the welfare of this family, Y/N. You know as well as us that the number of purebloods in the world is dwindling, and we have every intention of stopping that number from falling further."

I sat with a stupid look of astonishment plastered on my face. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was getting married off....to continue on the archaic tradition of keeping our blood pure?

"You have to be joking," I said in disbelief. I knew they weren't, but I held onto the glimmer of hope that this was nothing more than a late April Fools Day prank. The grim looks on their faces told me everything I needed to know. My anger turned to fear. I'm not going to be able to get out of this, am I? I felt lightheaded all the sudden. I could sense the sweat collecting on my palms. 

"No," I said, shaking my head. "No way. I will not be a part of this." 

"We're not giving you a choice," my mother spoke up. "You will be married by the end of the month, whether you want to or not."

My mouth went dry. The end of the month? What's wrong with them?  

They seemed to notice the expression on my face. "The wedding is in two weeks. We are starting preparations today. Everything will be decided for you." My mother said in a stern voice.

Great. They're marrying me off and I can't even pick the decor.

Then it dawned on me. They hadn't told me who I was marrying.

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. "Who?" I was surprised a voice that meek came out of my mouth. 

My parents looked at me, no doubt  waiting to see my reaction to what they were about to say. 

"Draco Malfoy."