Draco Malfoy

My name is Draco Lucius Malfoy. I'm a Hogwarts student, a member of Slytherin, and the heir to one of the most prominent families in the wizarding world. I have platinum blonde hair, grey eyes, and a reputation that precedes me. My father always gave me everything I wanted, so yes, most people consider me an arrogant spoiled brat.

Until recently, my life was quite simple.

Then that party arrived.

The last thing I remember is accepting drink after drink while half of Slytherin celebrated who knows what. After that, everything is a blur.

I woke up the next morning with a terrible headache, rumors all over Hogwarts, and news that was impossible to believe.

Apparently, I proposed to Taylor Black during the party.

Taylor Black. Regulus Black's sister.

The problem was that I didn't even know her.

I'd seen her around the hallways a few times, sure, but we'd never spoken. Not a single conversation. Not even an introduction. Nothing.

And yet, according to all of Hogwarts, I ended up on my knees asking her to marry me.

As if that wasn't enough, he had her name tattooed on his arm.

No one wanted to explain to me what had really happened. They all seemed to be having too much fun watching my misfortune.

So I did the only thing I could do.

I took a piece of parchment, a quill, and wrote a letter.

A few minutes later, an owl dropped the message onto Taylor's bed.

“I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable or upset you, but I was told that I proposed to you last night. And I have your name tattooed on me…”
I can't believe I'm stupid enough to ask someone I don't know to marry me.