Having left the bar the previous night, Draco wasn’t quite sure of what to make of his future spouse, though he had to admit he liked that she had some “bite” to her and that’s how he was now. In his office, wondering just what this complete joke of a marriage would be like. Having been sat behind his desk when he received the owl from Aria. Obviously when he replied, he was just trying to annoy her though after their brief encounter the night before, it was evident that he didn’t really need to try.
Within an hour of replying to the note; Draco had told his assistant that he was leaving and to continue with the file she was working with before she could leave. After speaking to the assistant outside of his office, Draco walked back into his office to floo home. With a small sigh, he called for an elf, which appeared and bowed at him and greeted him. “Miss Bearnard is coming for dinner tonight; make sure it’s something that’s not too over the top– regardless of what my parents are eating if they’re in.” The elf nodded at the instructions, assured him that it would be done and disappeared.
Then Draco went in search of his parents. “The future wife is coming tonight.” He informed them when he found them in the north wing– their part of the manor when they stayed as opposed to being in another house. “You can either join us at the table or meet her afterwards.” Seeing his mother open her mouth to speak, Draco continued, “Please don’t argue, mother. I’m stressed enough. Make your choice and if you’re going to join us; dinner will be served at the normal time. I have to get ready..” He then nodded at his father- a show of respect though not as much as he once would have shown, “Father.. Mother. See you both later.” Annnd before there was any protest he’d left.
Walking into his own chambers, he showered and changed, making himself more presentable in general though he wasn’t nearly as smart as he had been in the pub last night. All he had to do now; was wait.. He sincerely hoped that she wasn’t late; just as the note to Aria had said, he really couldn’t stand those who were slack set up.
You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since - on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made, are not more real, or more impossible to be displaced by your hands, than your presence and influence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be. Estella, to the last hour of my life, you can’t choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil. But, in this separation I associate you only with the good, and I will faithfully hold you to that always, for you must have done me far more good than harm, let me feel now what sharp distress I may.
“once for all; i knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that i loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. once for all; i loved her none the less because i knew it, and it had no more influence in restraining me, than if i had devoutly believed her to be human perfection.”