Draco leans back into his chair, and his eyes flick across the ceiling, taking in the high ceiling and all it’s scones. "She’s not very related to me, since her family came over from America a couple of decades ago, and the Greengrasses hold a good reputation in society. It’s only a formal contract because I was going to marry Pansy, since her father was selling her off to the highest bidder," he smiles, wide, like remembering good times, "My parents had a fit when they found out. Apparently, Pansy’s got a Veela Grandmother. The horror. Anyways, they properly engaged me off of her so I couldn't pull the same trick again."