Alright, so here it is. The newest chapter of Mrs. Malfoy. And theres a new charecter, Franca, and a meeting of old friends. Hope you like it, and please review.

~ Lillybear88

Dislcaimer: Unfortunately . . . *coughs awkwardly* by request was denied. I . . *sobs* don't own Harry Potter.

I had always loved Diagon Alley, always. I loved being pushed and shoved in a crowd, I loved watching all the different kinds of witches and wizards go by, from their skin tones to what they were wearing to what kind of accent they had. You saw all kinds, American's, French, English and I even saw some Australians here once when I was about nine. Even when I had attended Beuxbatons my mother insisted that I was brought here for school shopping.

Today though, I wasn't here for an owl or a wand, I was here for a ring. Draco's slightly cold hand was in mine, as we weaved through the dozens of people in the streets. Everyone stopped as they saw Draco's face, whispering as they saw my hand attached to his.

Boys stared as I walked past, attempting to be discreet as they snuck a peek at the tall, fit blonde walking next to me. Some of them were cute, all dark haired boys, but they weren't my type. I had this weird obsession with blondes. I have never, ever dated a dark haired boy. I don't date people with brown eyes either, I had a thing for blue . . but I guess grey was alright too.

I didn't know what could be so provoking about my outfit, I was dressed elegantly, as any proper pureblood young woman would do, a one shouldered sea green top, with wide legged dark jeans and high, Italian leather brown boots, with large gold buckles. My grandmothers leather cord bracelet was on my right hand, my nails a daring blush. My long hair was pinned back out of my face, my long curls running down my back.

We walked, heads held high, shoulders straight, and my heels clicking on the uneven stones. I breathed in the warm, spring air, smoothing down my top. Once and a while, Draco's head bobbed, as he nodded at other men, but we never stopped, until we turned a corner, and there, standing outside a small, expensive cafe was a man I had never seen before, but as soon as Draco laid eyes on him, a small smirk twisted onto his face.

The man was a tall, handsome and somewhat brooding man. He was quiet vertical with slightly dewy dark skin. His eyes were wide, long and slanting, and the darkest of brown's I had ever seen. They were like, dark tunnels, with no warmth. His high cheekbones balanced his attractive features, and he held himself in a way that immediately told me that he was pureblood, no person with dirty blood acted that way.

The woman that he was with though . . she was interesting. Her features were quiet odd, pointed and sharp, her eyes were small, and narrowed, an odd gold hazel color, and alert, like a nervous lion. Her hair was long, and loose curls down to her chest, a deep black color. She wasn't muscular of fat, but somewhere in between. She was quiet tall, only about an inch below the man, and pale, pale as snow.

"Well, Blaise Zabini, fancy meeting you here," Draco called out, and both of them turned, both dressed in heavy black coats that skinned the ground. The man broke out into a wide grin, that seemed very out of place on his face, and then I saw it, they were married, the matching silver bands confirmed that.

The woman stayed a few feet behind the man, as he strode forward to meet Draco, clasping his hand and pulling my fiancé into a tight one armed hug. The woman, seemed to be studying me, just as I had been a few seconds prior to her.

The men started talking about something, Quidditch most likely, as I had glimpsed Draco's room long enough to see the whizzing posters all around the room, there seemed to be no favourite team, just everywhere.

The woman looked over at me and smiled a small, curling smile. "Franca Zabini," (AN: PROUNOUNCED FRANK-AH) She said, her voice was surprising, it was almost a blend of English and Irish. I smiled, and held out my hand, hers dwarfing mine.

"Angelique Casteneda," I said and her dark eyebrows raised.

"Soon to be Angelique Malfoy," She retorted, and my eyebrows furrowed. "Honey," She continued. "The daily profit was so excited that a Malfoy was getting married, they printed an announcement right away. You were on the fifth page," She smirked, and shifted onto her right hip.

I was a little shocked, my marriage was in the newspaper. Seemed a bit extreme, but then, the Malfoy's were quite popular. Suddenly I looked to my right, feeling that a presence was missing, and I was right. Draco and Blaise Zabini had both disappeared.

"What?" I said, shocked that he would just abandon me. "Where did -" I cut myself off, looking around me, trying to spot his platinum hair through the thick masses of people.

"Probably off to that stupid Quidditch shop, god if I have to step foot in that place again I'm going to kill myself. It's so awful." She fake gagged, and I smiled, I knew the feeling, Catherina dragged me in those home -decorating stores every chance she got.

"Shall we sit?" I asked, motioning to a table a few feet from where we were standing.

"Of course," She agreed, and we strolled casually over to the table.

On the way, a group of teenage boys, perhaps sixth of seventh years, smirked as we walked by, locking eyes with one another, and a moment later, a round of cat calls and whistles emitted from the table.

I blushed, and quickly looked away, but Franca's gaze stayed on the table, and she smiled, winking at the boys.

I must have looked quite bewildered, because soon after that, she laughed. "What? Just because I'm married I can't have a little fun? Darling you have allot to learn," She said, her tinkling laugh dying down.

For the next two hours we talked, I told her how Draco and I had become engaged, and she sympathized with me. Her own parents, who I learned to be Timon and Carina Antonelli, a couple that my parents hated with a passion - thoroughly despised them. Her parents had known Mrs. Zabini since they were in school, and they had been set up since before they could walk. I told her of my sisters, and learned that she had no siblings, only herself. Something not unusual for pureblood families. Most had one or two, three was considered a large number. That's what I wanted three.

And last of all . . we talked about where the hell our husbands had disappeared too. The boys kept looking at us, and one winked at me, and looked quiet comical when he eyelid froze halfway up his eye, and he looked away as quickly as possible.

I quickly realized that something over my shoulder had scared him, and looking back, I saw a very pissed off Draco Malfoy. He glared one hard last look at the boy, and looked at me, his eyes softening a bit.

"Ready to go?" He asked, holding his hand out to me, and I took it, lacing my slim fingers with his.

"Definitely, it was a pleasure to meet you Franca," I addressed, sending her a sweet smile.

She nodded, "You as well Angelique, feel free to floo me any time."

So we left the small cafe, and Draco never said a word to me after, until we finally apparated back to the manor. I had no clue where his parents were, Lucius was out, and Narcissa could be anywhere.

Was he still mad about that boy? Sure, maybe I would have been annoyed, but not mad enough to give someone the silent treatment. I looked around, and noticed Draco was still standing across from me, staring at my wordlessly, but it wasn't an angry silence. It was . . . nervous?

I raised an eyebrow, and went to move, going to the confines of my own room, when his hand stopped me. I blinked, and stopped, as his hand pulled me close, his other arm wrapped around me, and we stood like that, until I felt his hot breath in my ear.

"Still want to marry me?" He whispered, sending tingles down my spine.

"Of course," I replied immediately.

"Good. I didn't want to return this," He whispered, and pulled a small black velvet box out of his pocket.

I gasped, looking down at it. So that's what he had been doing with Blaise.

I took the box, and flipped it open, and tears pricked the corners of my eyes. It was large, a princess cut diamond sat in the middle, shining brightly, on a twisted silver band. Smaller, oval shaped diamonds adorned the whole ring, the engraving on the inside read "Always us."

I looked up, and was met with an expectant pair of silver eyes.

"Like it?" He asked, looking down at the expensive ring.

"Love it," I replied, and leaned forward, capturing his lips in a kiss.