Song- We Are Young

Ten-year old Draconis Malfoy had a lot to look forward to.

He couldn't wait to be king and rule all the people, getting them to bring him endless ice cream.

At this age, he didn't realize that for him to be king, his father had to die.

At this age, he ran outside and played with Pansy and Blaire and they ran around the ground of the castle, playing tag and hide and seek and a dozen other games that they created by themselves.

The fact that his two best friends were girls never bothered him; he wasn't at an age where he liked girls yet, he supposed, and they were fun people.

And then his mother and father called him and Pansy into the throne room.

"Persephone. Draconis," his father started. Both of their noses wrinkled at the use of their full names.

"You are aware of Draconis' inheritance of the throne. The day you turn eighteen, Draconis, Persephone will already be eighteen. We have spoken with Persephone's parents, and you two have been arranged to marry."

"Ew!" both children cried out immediately.

"She's my friend!" Draco protested at the same time Pansy said "He's my friend!"

"Maybe now," Narcissa said smoothly. "But upon Draconis' eighteenth birthday, you two shall be arranged to be married a week after. An heir must be produced to carry on the royal bloodline, and Persephone has been seen as the most fit for this."

"Why not Blaire?" Pansy said, her nose scrunching up. "Why me?"

"Blaire's parents have been having some... difficulties with her. She is not fit for the throne," Lucius said calmly.

Despite a dozen protests over and over by Draco and Pansy, they fell upon deaf ears.

They were arranged for a marriage, and neither of them had a say.