"Well, Draco, if you had not decided you needed to waste your time with a bloody job, I'd invite you, but Blaise and I need to go during the week to make sure I can get a proper seamstress. If I am to be put on the meat market, I at least need nice wrapping." She sipped her drink. Merlin, she was just a piece of livestock up for slaughter.
"I forget we were raised so differently about that, Draco. I will marry whomever Father and Mum pick out for me. I don't expect to love them. I'll settle for not feeling sick at the thought of sharing a bed with them." She closed her eyes, looking a bit uncomfortable, "after all, my marriage will no doubt be some noble effort to raise the Parkinson name again."