Grazhir :: Harry Potter :: Snapshots: CIA :: Marriage


Notes: Would occur sometime after chapter ten of the main story.

“Draco,” he said, “it is time for you to be married.”

His son shuddered.

“Yes, delightful, I know. I have compiled a list of likely candidates.” Lucius flipped a folder onto the table. “Inside are photographs. Look at them. Pick one.”

“Father,” Draco said slowly, “is this a marriage of necessity sort of thing?”

Lucius refrained, barely, from rolling his eyes and whacking his idiot son with his cane. “The sole purpose of your marriage is to father an heir. Therefore, you will continue to make the attempt until the girl produces a male child. I do not care if you have to put a bag over her head in order to do your duty, or insist that all the lights be off. Furthermore, once you have fulfilled that duty, I do not care if you have sex with sheep so long as it doesn’t get in the papers.”

Draco nodded and glanced at the folder, then pulled it closer. “I wouldn’t have to be friends with her or anything, right?”

He shook his head. “Aside from times when your attendance is required at social functions, I do not care if you never speak to her past the necessary vows. This isn’t about love, Draco, but if you’re actually looking for that with a wife, I suggest you give a bit more effort to the selection process.”

His son made an ‘Eh’ face and said, “Girls are all right, I suppose. Is that how things are with you and mother?”

Lucius pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yes. Your mother was chosen because she was a pure-blood, exceptionally beautiful, and intelligent.”

“She is?”

“Yes, she is, though you’d never know it based on her tendency toward rampant vanity and crowing over how full her social engagements calendar is. Her duties as a Malfoy consist of gracing my arm at social functions and not embarrassing me with her indiscretions.”

Draco looked almost shocked. “You’re saying mother sleeps around?”

“That is exactly what I’m saying. What, did you think it was only men who liked to make conquests and enjoy variety? I haven’t bedded your mother since the day I knew she was pregnant. Thankfully she had you.”

He paused, wondering, then said, “Does it make a little more sense, Draco, that I should not actually like to see you die? If that happened, I would have to pay attention to the woman, and if I thought Lord Thanatos was about to lose his patience and schedule your death, I might just arrange for you to die accidentally-on-purpose so I have that satisfaction personally.”

Draco’s eyes widened a bit, then he hastily opened the folder and stared at the first photograph. Ten minutes later the silence was broken by, “So, um, if you’re not shagging mum, who are you shagging?”

A sharp crack sounded as Lucius’s cane hit the underside of the table with force. His hand must have slipped. “I don’t believe I heard you correctly.”

“I’m just curious. A man as handsome as you can’t possibly be . . . alone.”

“I was not aware you held so much concern for my sex life. Should I be concerned about yours, Draco, and how you seem to have earned yourself the punishment of being a werewolf’s bitch?”

Draco did not look up, but that didn’t prevent Lucius from seeing just how red his son went. “That’s what I thought. You know, since Lord Thanatos came into our lives I’ve learned many new things, and in consequence, pondered many things. So, Draco, unless you should like to find out how it feels to have my cane shoved up your ass and be pushed around the room with it like a dog on a bizarre leash, I suggest you keep your impertinent questions to yourself and get on with picking a wife.”

“Yes, father,” Draco whispered.