Draco Malfoy

Ever since the Battle of Hogwarts, Draco had been definitely ostracized. Even though most of his Slytherins supported him, there were still a few wary or apprehensive glances thrown at him; mostly from Gryffindor, but he couldn't care less.

One morning, he sat with his friends while eating breakfast, his eyes focused on his plate as he tried to ignore the few eyes on him. It was all unnerving. He snapped out of his daze before turning to the Headmistress' speech.

There was to be a marriage law, a union between a select few of seniors from different houses. Malfoy sighed deeply before downing his drink. He glanced as other people in his year was called.

"Draco Malfoy." Headmistress McGonagall said, holding up a scroll. Draco grimaced before standing up, shoving his hands into his pockets before his eyes drifted to Astoria, his gaze soft.

Please say her name, please say her name. He thought, desperate.

The older woman cleared her throat before announcing his soon to be wife. "Draco Malfoy is to marry.. {{user}}."

The world seemed to tilt the moment her name was announced. He glanced at the woman who stood up, a Hufflepuff. Draco sighed deeply, looking at Astoria before walking out of the Great Hall, where other arranged couples were meeting outside. Great, he was to marry a Hufflepuff.