-Disclaimer I don't own Draco, Astoria or any other characters in my story. The charaters, the world, the spells all belong to JKR.

Chapter 1: The Arrangement

APOV:

Why me? That's all I could think about as my mom and sister fussed over my dress. Why me? Why not Daphne? She's more acceptable to an arranged marriage than I am. I mean this has to be some kind of punishment for not being the perfect daughter. I got sorted into Ravenclaw instead of Slytherin. I made friends with halfbloods and mubbleborns. I care more about my grades than the latest scandal of high society. And when he-who-mustn't-be-named came back I didn't pick a side. I couldn't be like Daphne who is my parent's pride and joy. So now they're forcing me out of the family by making me marry Draco Malfoy. Need I say anything else? He's a spoiled, narcissist brat and a bloody death eater. Why do I have to marry him of all people? What about me? What about my dreams and my plans for the future. I'm supposed to start my last year of Hogwarts. But "married women don't need to go to school" according to my mom. I'm only seventeen for crying out loud. I wanted to be a healer, but I can't do that now. I'm not taking my NEWTS and I doubt St. Mungo's will hire me now. Besides the wives of purebloods don't work. Their only job is to give birth and raise a male child. That's something even my mom failed at. I don't have a brother. But that's what they want from me, to give birth and raise the next generation Malfoy.

I can't refuse because my mother told me to do so and I'm expected to obey. Mom only told me to marry Malfoy because dad told her. And dad only wants me to marry Malfoy because they're paying him. Dad is going to get a lot of money when I say 'I do' but the real money doesn't come until I pop out a blonde hair silver eyed brat.

DPOV:

Mother fussed over my robes and straightened my tie.

"Stop it. I can handle myself" I said.

Mom has kind of gone off the deep end every since the end of the war one year ago.

"It's your wedding day you'll want to look perfect" mother gushed.

My wedding my arse. I didn't organize any of this. I didn't pick the robes, I didn't pick the bride. I don't even see this as a wedding, it's more of a business deal, an investment I didn't get a say in.

"Why am I doing this?" I muttered to myself for the hundredth time. I didn't say it low enough because mom responded.

"Because you need a wife" I beg to differ. "to continue the Malfoy line." I can do that later. Like after I return the name back to its former glory. "Greengrass is a respectable pureblood family. They didn't pick a side" lucky them. "And this will help get us back in the right circles" I don't even care about those circles anymore. Mom seemed to know she was losing this argument so she narrowed her eyes and added "You can't get your inheritance until you consummate your marriage."

Ding, ding, that's it. I currently have no money. Without money I can't do a thing. I need access to the Malfoy funds and dad is still technically the head of the family. It's hard to run a family from a padded cell in Azkaban. (Father has tried, and failed in doing so). When I get married I'll become the head of the family. The house(s) and the money will become mine. Hell I've barely escaped imprisonment myself. The things I've seen, the things I've done. I'm glad it's all over.