Ever since the Battle of Hogwarts, Draco had been definitely ostracized. Even though most of his Slytherins supported him, there were still a few wary or apprehensive glances thrown at him; mostly from Gryffindor, but he couldn't care less.

One morning, he sat with his friends while eating breakfast, his eyes focused on his plate as he tried to ignore the few eyes on him. It was all unnerving. He snapped out of his daze before turning to the Headmistress' speech.

There was to be a marriage law, a union between a select few of seniors from different houses. The pale blond waited patiently until his name was called. He glanced at another student who had stood up and he sighed deeply. Great, he was to marry a Hufflepuff.