His Princess || Draco Malfoy

Chapter 2

I threw up in my mouth a little when I heard the name. Of all people. I was hoping that when they said they wanted to keep the bloodline pure, they weren't going to pull a Habsburg and marry me off to a cousin. I would rather they named a relative to Draco Malfoy.

I pictured him waiting at the end of the aisle in two weeks. Ugh. Barf. I imagined his platinum blond locks housed a thriving community of lice. I could practically see his skull beneath his sickly pale skin. I was afraid that one of his eyes would pop out of his stupid rat face and bounce onto me. The image made me physically ill. 

I excused myself from the table. I found myself back in my lavish room. Would I have to leave everything I knew? Would they expect me to move into Malfoy Manor or worse, would they have me and Draco move into a place of our own? The idea made me want to change my name, hop on a train to anywhere, and reinvent myself as a mime.

I recalled the years I had spent at Hogwarts with Draco. I made a point to stay as far away from him as possible, but that wasn't enough to stop him from relentlessly bullying me from the moment we met. That wasn't enough to stop him from calling me a blood traitor. That wasn't enough to stop him from calling my friends mudbloods. That wasn't enough to stop him from spitting in my face whenever I passed him in the halls. To say I hated Draco would be an understatement. No words could properly describe how much I detested him. 

I spent the rest of the day in my room. I fell asleep angry. 

That night in my dreams I was a bird. A blue jay. I flew about the woods, minding my business. Spying a nut on the ground, I swooped to the forest floor. I hopped toward the nut, gathering it up in my beak. I continued to hop around, on the lookout for more nuts. I turned to fly back to my nest, deciding to throw in the towel for now. I was met with the sight of a snake, its beady eyes less than a foot away from me. I was frozen. If I tried to fly away, it would eat me. If I stayed where I was, it would eat me. Before I could decide what to do, the forest around me disappeared as I was swallowed by the snake.

I woke up with a start. The sun shined in through my curtains, bathing my entire bed in light. I should have closed them before I fell asleep. I guess I was distracted by my anger. Curse Malfoy and this stupid arranged marriage. 

I checked the clock. 10:21 am. I got out of bed, heading to the bathroom to get ready to face the day. I still couldn't believe it. I thought about it as I showered. I thought about it as I brushed my perfectly white teeth. I thought about it as I put my hair up into yet another messy bun. 

Then it came to me. The most brilliant idea I've ever had. I would run away to the muggle world. My family was wealthy, surely they wouldn't notice a couple Galleons missing. I would have to stop by Gringotts. I threw on the most muggle-esqe clothes I owned and opened my window. I stepped out onto the slanted roof. Rookie mistake. I fell, rolling down the gable and landing flat on my back. I groaned as I hit the grass, my eyes closed. I was immobile for a few moments, the fall knocking all the air out of my lungs. Once I regained the ability to breathe, I tried to sit up. I opened my eyes.

The sight before me made me wish I had hit the brick path and died on impact. Or better yet, remembered the existence of floo powder.

You've got to be kidding me.

My eyes were greeted with the sour faces of Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, their thin lips pursed in disappointment.  Standing there at his parent's side, practically translucent in the sunlight was none other than my fiancé, Draco Malfoy.