@troublesomemix dramione based on that fanfic!
Draco truly wanted to be different. Do things differently, change the way people reacted to the Malfoy name. But for all of it he needed money. His father unexpected passing had helped his mother and he to gain sympathy from the purebloods, having turned at the end of war had helped with the muggleborns and even Potter had helped with that.
Putting the foundation together was the least he could do. He was actually proud of it; he was the first thing he was truly proud of. He had also started darkening his hair, wearing muggle tailored suits (they had wonderful tailors the muggles) and had somewhat reached a level of camaraderie with Potter he found almost a little disturbing at times, as if tehy could've been friends if only they would've done things differently.
His job helped too. But if he wanted to keep the foundation and the manor he had to marry, secure the malfoy money before his birthday by ways of acquiring a wife. A witch wife of course, pureblood preferably (not that he had a thing for muggleborns or even muggles in his adult years, his mother could never find out about that particular proclivity of his).
Astoria was married now. There was Pansy, his best friend who would do anything for him. That was going to work, it was a marriage of convenience and could be sold as 'friends who realized that had feelings'.
Unfortunately, Pansy had just backed out because she had fallen in llove, the little shit. And now he was wifeless ten days from his birthday. He could live with what he made from work, he could even support his mother but the Foundation wouldn't survive without it.
And speaking of the foundation, the muggleborn of all muggleborns had made an appointment with him. She wanted money of course, everyone wanted money from him what else could she possibly want from him? Certainly not his friendship or anything remotely in that vicinity.
He was not at his finest head wise when she was eacorted inside his office. She looked great, in a naughty librarian way (the muggle movie the mummy had done things to him when he was a young boy and he was still not over it it seemed).
"Granger. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"
