Proud and Prejudiced- a Harry/Draco fan fiction

This is my first shot at a Harry Potter fan fiction, so i'd really appreciate any comments, good or bad :)

disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, unfortunately :( I also don't own pride and prejudice.

warning: Storng language, male/male relationships, sexual content etc. rated R

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a Malfoy who wishes to continue the pure blood line, must be in want of an heir. Many Slytherin students wished to be the girl whom Draco would marry. 

“Lucius dear.” Narcissa said as a house elf started layering slices of dragon milk cheese onto her plate. “Have you heard that the Parkinson’s have decided to allow their daughter to marry at last?”

Lucius replied that he had not. 

“They have! Lady Parkinson was telling me all about it!”

Lucius shrugged, and rolled his eyes at his son. Since Voldemort’s defeat last year he had become decidedly more relaxed. 

“Do you not want to hear about it Draco?” 

He raised an eyebrow, which was invitation enough.

“I have heard that they are looking for a pureblood to marry! We all know that purebloods are far and few between these days. Just look at how many muggle borns they are allowing into the school! Of course, I told them that Draco would be married soon too!” 

The youngest Malfoy choked on his bread. “Mother, what do you mean to say I will be married?”

“Well, is it not time you started looking for a wife? I’m sure that the Parkinson’s are hinting that you are the object of Pansy’s affections!” 

Draco thought about it. Sure, they had been receiving invitations almost daily to visit them, and a curious amount of presents had arrived for him, although it was not his birthday. Pansy had also mentioned their wedding on more than one occasion. Draco shook his head. Nah, he was just imagining things. 

“And you think that Draco should marry her?” Lucius asked, disbelievingly. His wife nodded. 

“I hardly think she counts as pure blood Narcissa! Look at her! Surely she’s half dog?”

Draco snorted, his soup spraying out of his mouth. He found that he love his dad more and more since the dark Lord had died. 

Narcissa Malfoy nearly fainted in her chair. “My nerves! My nerves! You two have no compassion for my poor nerves!”

“I do infact have compassion for your nerves, my dear! But I refuse to have dog blood in my family. I also beg that you do not pay Draco the unkindness of having to shag that thing!”

Lady Malfoy was later carried out by the house-elves, screaming about her poor nerves. 

The whole story won't carry on it this manner, it was just my form of an introduction :)

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