I Would
It was now late November and the trials consisting of whether or not people would rot in Azkaban we're finished. Most of the Death Eaters were sentenced to death, some were sentenced to life without parole, others just a few years.
But after the horror story that Narcissa Malfoy shared, Lucius Malfoy definitely got the Dementor's Kiss. There were years of evidence showed in quart. Pension memories of her being brutally beaten while pregnant, memories of watching her son being tortured in her own home, screams of all of the people Lucius murdered in front of them.
Mrs. Malfoy got off on parole and 6 months of house arrest. Draco was pardoned entirely as it became clear the things that he did during the war and before it weren't of his free will.
Now they were overseeing what to do with the fortune that was left behind. All of the Weasleys were there (along with Hermione Granger and Harry Potter, of course), sitting at the top of the stands, staring down at the figures of Narcissa and Draco Malfoy.
They both looked tired, but to be fair so was everyone else. Mrs. Malfoy didn't have any glamours on and she looked absolutely beautiful. She had long silky, curly black hair with white streaked down though it. Her skin was so beautiful, like gold. Her eyes were dark like the night sky. Her lips were plump and looked as if they were stained by black cherries.
When the Minister walked out everyone stood in greeting, and when he sat down everyone followed.
"Now then," Shaklebolt began. "I have looked over the will of Lucius Malfoy myself. It clearly states that the young, male heir, will inherit the estates and all of the money in the Malfoy family vault, but in order for that to happen, the heir will have to marry a pure blood wizard that is approved of by at least one parent." He looked away from the paper he was holding and down towards the Malfoy's. "Although it states this in the will, you will not inherit all of the estates or all of the money. Is that understood Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco was staring at the floor, he didn't say anything, just nodded.
"The Malfoy Family Vault will be split in half. Half will go towards the charities that are raising money to rebuild Hogwarts. The other half you may keep. All of the estates will be used as orphanages or homeless shelters for survivors of the war. You may choose one estate to your liking and that will be the only thing you inherit other than non cursed and checked personal items. Do I make myself clear Mr. Malfoy?"
The same nod as before.
The Minister looked down at him pitifully as he continued speaking. "As for the case of the marriage. In Japanese Veelan law it states that in order for a proper uh... mating to work," Draco's face went red. He didn't dare look away from the floor. "It's states that whoever you marry needs to be attached or attracted to you in some way. As you are a member of the Veelan community you still need to follow their rules and laws of life. So whoever you marry needs to have a connection with you in some way that is more than just... Friendly." Shacklebolt was looking a little more awkward now. Everyone was, to be honest.
And then someone from the crowd spoke up. Someone who everyone who went to Hogwarts hoped died in the war. Dolores. Fucking. Umbridge.
The pink monstrosity looked down at the Malfoys with disgust and said in her sickeningly sweet voice "Well I doubt anyone in their right mind would ever even consider marrying something so hideous, so utterly disgusting, so-"
Just at that moment, Fred Weasley raised his hand from the back row of the bleachers where his family was sitting and said " I would."