One in One thousand

Chapter 1

Draco awoke to a tapping on his bedroom window. He groaned looked at the time 12:30 pm and rolled out of bed quietly and gently so not to wake the sleeping angel next to him. He looked down upon his sleeping daughter and smiled. She was his everything.

Draco truged to the window opened it and grabbed the letter from the owls leg. He gave the owl a treat and sent it back on its way. He peered at the letter with a questionable stare. It was from the ministry, he never got mail from the ministry.

The young man took a seat on the chair in front of his desk and opened the letter. After skimming through the letter he gasped and dropped the letter on the floor. The letter read,

Dear Draco Lucius Malfoy,

Ever since the wizarding war  our population has been dwindling at a rapid rate at which natural conception cannot keep up with. The wizarding world of London as we know it is at the brink of extinction. Due to this fact a new law has been passed by the Ministry. Every witch and wizard from the ages of 17-35 will be forced to marry by this time next year and have an heir by 9 months from now. This means that you will have to have sex with the person that the ministry randomly assigns within the week. A ministry official will be present during conception to make sure that it is being done. Since you are the only living parent of your child, she will live with you and your new wife. The marital assignments will all be chosen at the ministry at 3:00 this afternoon and you will be expected to attend. If you fail to do so or if you fail in what is asked by the ministry, you will be stripped of your magic and banished from the wizarding world. We thank you for your copperation and look foward to seeing you at 3:00 today. Dress formally

Sincerely, Kinglsey Shacklebolt Ministry of Magic

Draco was fuming. How dare they marry him off and expect him to have children with a random witch. How dare they expect him to just comply. How daft are they to believe that he would live happily ever after. But mostly how dare they force Adria to have a mother.

From the minute Adria was born it had just been her and him against the world. Her mother didn't want her and then she died when Adria was 2. Adria was a daddy's girl through and through. She always knew how to cheer him up when he was sad by just being her goofy little self. Adria was now 4. In the past whenever Draco brought a girl home to Adria she through a fit. The only girls she tolerated were Pansy, Astoria, and Gramma Cissy. That is what Draco was most afraid of. His little girl hating him for making her feel like she was being replaced by a new girl let alone a new child. Adria was very smart and perceptive, she didn't want share her daddy with anyone more than she already had to. Blaise, Theo, Astoria, Pansy, Narcissa, and Lucius were enough right.

Adria stirred in her fathers bed and looked up at him with her grey eyes and cheerfully mumbled, "Good mowning daddy"

Draco scooped his daughter up in his arms and spun her around before kissing a giggling Adria on the forehead and responding, "Good Morning my princess"

"Whats for bweakfest?"

"Anything you want darling"

" Can I have chocowate chip pancwakes"

"Of course"

Draco put Adria down, grabbed a shirt threw it on and then lifted his daughter into his arms yet again. He exited his room and headed to the kitchen of his flat.

Draco owned an up scale 3 bedroom flat in the middle of muggle london. To him it was the perfect place for him and Adria. Draco and Adria had been living in the flat for just about 2 years now ever since they moved out of Malfoy Manor.