Disclaimer: Honestly, why do we bother? You know I don't own it, and I know I don't own it…so really…waste of my energy! Therefore, I wont be putting one on every chapter.

Author's Note: Yes, the first chapter is very short. I know this, I wrote it. J Anyway, the first chapter can be thought of as a Prologue of sorts. This story is based loosely, VERY loosely, on the Marriage Law Challenge on WIKTT. The main differences being that Snape and Hermione are not the main characters, and Ginny is not a half-blood. So, really…nothing like it. It was just an inspiration. That being said, on with the fiction!

"If at first you don't succeed, pay someone who can."

-Me. (Also very fitting for the Malfoy family.)

Chapter One:

"DRACO MALFOY?"

"Virginia Weasley! Don't take that tone with me, young lady!"

"Said the woman who's selling her only daughter off to the most pig-headed family on the face of the earth!"

I cannot believe this is happening!

"If you must know, this was your father's idea." Molly hissed, shooting an evil glare at her husband.

"Ginny, I'm in the running to be Minister of Magic! I need Lucius' support!" Arthur explained.

"So you're willing to make my life miserable so you can be bloody Minister?" Ginny yelled.

"Ginny, you wont be miserable. You'll have everything you could ever want!"

"Except of course marital bliss and a loving husband." Ginny bit out, "Why does Malfoy want me anyway? Why not that Pansy cow?"

"Language, Ginny. He said that most of his other options weren't all together desirable…Apparently they're all very ugly or very stupid…or both."

Given the selection of Slytherins…

"He said he admired your 'spunk'…" Molly muttered angrily.

"And does ferret boy know about this?" Ginny asked, trying to calm herself.

"His father is telling him today."

Ginny stared out the window as her father said this. She had a feeling Draco wouldn't like this either, and that meant her marriage would be very, very dangerous.

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"WHAT?"

"I said, 'you are to marry Virginia Weasley.'" Lucius smirked.

He's lost it.

"Are you bloody insane?" Draco hissed.

"Draco, who do you hate more than anyone?"

"Harry Potter." was Draco's instant reply.

"And second to him?" Lucius asked.

"Ron Weasley. Why?" Draco asked impatiently.

"What better way to constantly torture him than to marry and bed his baby sister?"

"BE--I HAVETO BED HER?" Draco yelled indignantly.

"Draco, you are the only heir to the Malfoy fortune, you have to carry on the family line."

"B--with her?" Draco hissed.

"She's a pretty little thing, better than Parkinson." Lucius remarked coolly.

"Father, please, I just ate." Draco moaned as visions of Pansy flooded his mind.

"Draco, get used to it." Lucius commanded before leaving the room.

"Well, he's right." Draco mused aloud, "The Weasel will hate it more than I will."

A small, mischievous smile swept across Draco's face. He realized the full potential of his…situation. If it meant Potter and Weasley would be upset, he'd do it.

TBC