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A/N I'm sorry this story has taken so long to update >. I don't know if the insanity I created for this chapter will fit in with the rest of the story but I tried. So forgive me if this is poorly written! Thank you to all who reviewed last chapter and have read and kept up with my slow updating. I can't promise the updating will get better but I'm trying when I get chances.
Draco followed her father to his study, looking at the comfortable leather chairs and dark table they were situated around. There was no wrapped up box on the table with a neat Christmas bow but there was a sheet shaped in a box hiding what she assumed to be her present by the fireplace.
Her father smiled warmly at her, something she knew Harry would never see. 'Wow, my present from my father is kind of big… what the heck is it? I want to open it!' Draco thought with anticipation. She hadn't been too interested in her present before, but now, seeing it's size, she wanted to open it.
"Go ahead, Draco, open it," Lucius said and Draco soon found she didn't want to open up her present. Her father had tried to hide something that greatly pleased him and she'd caught a glimpse of it in his voice.
"You said no tricks," she said, looking at him untrustingly. Her father only stood up and stared her down, looking unpleased with her. Draco wondered if upsetting him was a good idea or not.
"Just open it, Draco!" he snapped. Draco glared at him but walked up to the black curtain and reached under the hem to lift it up. Throwing it off a stand of some sort, she gasped as the black curtain fell to the ground.
There on a gold stand stood a marvellous wedding gown. Draco had never cared much for wedding dresses, now she rethought the time when she'd called them useless white things. The V-neckline wouldn't accentuate her cleavage and the train behind would not trip her if she were to be wearing it.
Draco momentarily forgot that there was a reason Lucius would be giving her such a gift as she imagined how the dress would cling nicely to her torso and flow gracefully around her legs. 'I wouldn't want to wear that veil, though… those pins look painful,' Draco thought as she gently poked at the hair comb meant to hold the veil in her hair.
"So do you like it, Draco?" her father asked earnestly.
Draco nodded her head and touched the gown ever so gently. "Great, so I can go on to accept the marriage proposal from the mother of that charming Mr. Zabini," Lucius said. Draco let go of the dress and her eyes widened in anger.
Turning around Draco looked at her father with what he thought was a surprised expression. "I know this is sudden, his mother contacted me weeks ago with the news she'd heard, but the owl got sick and the letter didn't arrive until today while you and Potter were sleeping. Think of this as a good time to forget about Potter and-" but Draco soon cut off her father with a loud screech.
"WHAT? FATHER, HAVE YOU GONE COMPLETELY MAD?" Draco seethed. "Forget the fact I've never particularly cared for Blaise Zabini and that I'm happy for once with Harry… I'm not done school yet!"
Her father looked unaffected by his daughter's anger. "Well you wouldn't be marrying for another year or so, after seventh year probably," he said simply and Draco sent him the glare of all glares.
"I'M NOT MARRYING ZABINI!" Draco screamed at her father, grabbing the dress on the gold stand and pulling up. With the dress in her hands safely she started to walk back towards the door.
"Where are you going with that dress?" Lucius snapped at her forcefully. Draco heard the dangerous tone in his voice that could only mean he was on the verge of casting a very powerful dark curse in someone's direction. Although right now, Draco's anger could match his.
"To try it on, I can still wear it even though there's going to be no bloody occasion for it. Not in a very long time at least," Draco growled out, leaving the room at a fast pace before her father had time to drag her back into his study and 'make her see reason,'
'My father's reasoning is going downhill.'
"Draco, what the heck are you wearing?" Harry asked her as she walked into 'his room' in the wedding dress. Draco was very pleased at how she looked in white and how it matched her complexion.
"I'm wearing a wedding dress my father gave me as he tried to pawn me off in marriage to Blaise Zabini," Draco said, glaring again as she thought about it. She was about to go and rant about how stupid her father was when Harry burst out laughing.
"You're father really, really does not like me," Harry said as he smiled up at her. Draco grinned back and nodded, running up to him in the white dress and jumping onto Harry's lap. Wrapping her arms securely around his neck she kissed him gently and prodded his side.
"No he really, really doesn't like you," Draco replied and stuck her tongue out at him. He grinned cheekily up at her and toppled her onto the bed, tickling her mercilessly until she kicked him to the floor.
Sitting up she looked down at him as he lay on the floor laughing. "Don't ruin the dress, it might not be mine to keep," she playfully scolded him.
He looked up at her with his green eyes and cocked his head to one side. "Don't plan on getting married anytime soon?" he asked, smirking as he said it.
"No I don't, you idiot. I wouldn't mind…" She stopped saying what she was thinking. Harry Potter obviously wasn't going to bite if she suggested they take off their tops, she really had to control herself! Harry looked at her curiously though when she stopped in the middle of her sentence.
"Mind what?" he asked, sitting up on the floor. Draco took one look at him, shook her head and smirked. She leaned back and grabbed a pillow, throwing it in Harry's face with great satisfaction.
"Mind nothing, now kiss me. I'm beautiful," Draco retorted. Harry stood up laughing; Draco grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down for a long kiss. Harry started to take control of the kiss and Draco let him, but it was hard for her not to do anything more then just kiss.
'One of these days I'm going to attack you, Harry Potter, to keep my sanity intact,' Draco vowed to herself. Between her father and Harry, she'd take Harry any day.
Lucius sat down at his study desk and pondered what to write back to the woman who'd proposed they'd join their lines together. He didn't know how far he could push to get rid of Potter but he didn't want to push so badly that his daughter would murder him.
'Hmmm… I can't marry Draco off without Narcissa's permission to help me make the arrangements, and I can't force Draco too much into this,' Lucius thought to himself, forming a plan with this new information.
He looked over a part of the letter he'd received as he was stressing over if he could get his daughter back into her own body. He'd seen this as his ticket out of the whole mess, why couldn't Draco see the same thing? 'I'm going to kill that little Nott brat for giving me this headache of a daughter…'
…Lucius, my son has told me some rather interesting news of your young heir. He tells me that he has been turned into a girl! Now I know what a change this must be for your son, but really, this is a time of prospect. My son is in need of a bride one day and it is my job to see that he gets the very best. Surely you can understand my problem…
Lucius understood her problem perfectly. His choice was obvious, he'd have to choose an arranged marriage for his daughter and get her to come to her senses. Potter was a rebellion against her family, he was a small simple crush, he would not be her attraction forever.
Lucius picked up a quill and dipped it in ink, placing it on parchment he started to write his reply.
It will not be easy to get Draco to agree to this but I think it is the best choice for them…'No, no, I should not tell of how this will be a problem with Draco, Draco has to seem like the perfect girl…' Lucius conversed with himself over and over again until he had the write letter to send.
It was sent to a respectable name but it had 'catastrophe' written all over it.
"Lucius, what did you want? I was busy," Narcissa said as she walked into her husband's study looking at his cheerful expression. She instantly felt a feeling of foreboding. She frowned and her beautiful face fell as she looked at the quill and ink bottle littering the desk. Usually the desk had nothing covering it.
"Lucius, darling, what did you do?" she asked, and her husband only smiled back at her. He was standing beside the widow of the study, watching their falcon fly off with a letter. Lucius looked so confident and content in that very moment.
"I've just fixed all our problems!" he replied and Narcissa could only say one thing to that.
"I wish you didn't sound so sure of that."
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