*Title: The Perfect Girl*

Author: slytherin-nette

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of these characters but I own the plot and the concept of the 'Hunting Season'. ^_~ Everything else belongs to JK Rowling. (although I wish I owned Draco. *wink*)

Rating: PG-13 (at the moment…*smirk*)

Summary: The hunting season has just begun and Draco Malfoy, only heir to the Malfoy line, is on his relentless pursuit of the perfect bride with very high qualifications. But what happens when the only person to match up to his standards just happens to be his worst enemy, Harry Potter? H/D SLASH! ;)

Genre: Romance/Humor

Warnings: This is a SLASH fic (sorta) so all those who are homophobic or find the idea insulting, PLEASE TURN BACK NOW. I will not tolerate flames of any kind telling me that slash is disgusting and all that crap. I'm not forcing anyone to read this so please don't bother wasting words for an amusing flame. Also, I must warn you, this is my FIRST SLASH FIC so be nice… *wince* This is also a POST VOLDEMORT fic and a WiP depending on how many reviews I get. ^_~

Spoilers: SS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP, just to warn you. ;)

Pairings: Draco/girl!Harry, Blaise/Hermione, Ron/Luna, Neville/Ginny

Short Note: Hey everyone! To those who are readers of my other stories, I want to clarify that this fic has nothing to do with my AAA series. This is just a little idea of mine that I just had to write… *giggle* Anyway, I'm an avid reader of slash fics about my favorite slash couple- Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter! They're the only slash pairing I actually read so I figured I might as well give this a shot. Don't worry, I will continue to write AAA, this is just a little sideline that might help me get past my writer's block at the moment.


Chapter 1- The Hunting Season

Draco Malfoy, extremely handsome aristocrat and the most sought-after bachelor in Hogwarts was furious.


The hunting season had finally begun.

Pureblooded wizards from rich, prominent families everywhere were now eagerly searching around the school for their perfect wife, getting ready to marry and carry on the family bloodline entrusted to them. It was a Wizarding tradition done and kept in every old Wizarding family when their son would reach the age of seventeen and Draco, having turned seventeen early last summer, was already nearing his deadline.

It was a well-known practice that should a son not produce himself a worthy bride by his assigned deadline, his father would take upon himself the responsibility of choosing for him. Draco could not allow that.

He needed to find his perfect girl. And fast.

Around him, he caught glimpses of Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, Longbottom and even Weasley eyeing the female spread around the school, no doubt already beginning their search of their soon to be wife and son-bearer.

His own father, Lucius Malfoy had been nagging him all summer about finding himself a girlfriend that would soon produce him his well needed future heirs for the Malfoy family line. Now that Harry scarface Potter had finally brought the downfall of Voldemort that year, everyone was at ease in the Wizarding world and the Malfoys could once again focus on another priority—procreation.

Although scarface himself had refused to believe it, his father had actually been working as a spy for the Order that Dumbledore had initiated in their fifth year and had been working for the light ever since. He and Draco had to keep up the façade of course, acting as though they hated anything to do with mudbloods and Dumbledore but the truth was, both Lucius and Draco were anything but evil.

Sure, Draco was a jerk every now and then. Okay fine, scratch that. He was a jerk to every single person he met but he was no Voldemort, that was for sure.

He shuddered at the thought. How could he be another power-hungry, crazed maniac bent on taking over the world? Why, the man seriously needed a life. He spent the whole of it trying to seek out a young boy and in the end, brought his own death. In Draco's opinion, he was a complete idiot.

Besides, he had far better things to do with his time. At the age of seventeen, Draco Lucius Malfoy had finally grown into his Malfoy genes, earning the glances of every female in sight.

Silver blonde hair, dazzling silver eyes, a lean and muscle-toned physique built up from years of Quidditch training and a well practiced sexy smirk, Draco was one of the most eligible and desired boys in the school. The only other being Harry Potter himself.

Harry Potter. He thought in annoyance, raising his eyes up to glance at the extremely handsome boy sitting with his friends at the Gryffindor table.

The emerald eyed boy didn't notice his glare as he laughed and slapped his best friend, Ronald Weasley on the back, obviously engaged in conversation.

Draco felt his eyes glaze over in unhidden lust as he stared openly at his longtime crush.

Over the years, Harry had actually surprised everyone when he had grown out of his starved orphaned image and had matured into a fine, gorgeous young man. For some unknown reason, his jet-black hair had finally been tamed and surprisingly enough, the Gryffindor golden boy now styled it into sexy spikes on the top of his head. He had finally taken a hint from Granger the year before and had gotten rid of those annoying glasses of his and had instead, performed a magical spell on himself to fix his eyesight.

Gone was the lanky, starved frame and was now replaced with the sexiest body Draco had ever seen, lightly toned and lean from all the Quidditch training he had received. His body easily rivaled Draco's any day.

Damn you, Potter. Do you have any idea how crazy you drive me? He thought inwardly, fuming as he watched Seamus Finnegan, that annoyingly flirty Irish slut engage Harry in a light conversation, the other boy taking the advantage to run his eyes down Harry's lean frame.

It seemed, however, that it wasn't only physical changes the young Gryffindor had gone through those years. Draco had been surprised, to say the least, when Harry had lost his shy and timid personality and had finally grown into his strength and aggressiveness, reminding everyone around just how like his father he really was.

His godfather, Sirius Black, presumed dead for sometime after their fifth year, had finally been found the previous year and from what Draco had heard, Harry was now living comfortably with him as they lived off Sirius' inheritance from his pureblood clan.

I've never seen scarhead look happier. Draco thought, smirking as he watched Harry again, his eyes narrowing in slight annoyance.

But it wouldn't be wise to dwell on that now. No, not at all. His father expected much of him and he could not afford to pursue Potter. No, he needed to find himself the perfect wife—The perfect Lady Malfoy and the search would just about begin today.

He would show all of those other idiots—Weasley, Longbottom, Thomas, all of them. He would find himself the best catch there is from among these females. He would find himself a perfect bride and watch their ugly, reeking faces turn green with envy. He was Draco Malfoy after all—born to hunt for the best. The most beautiful among the pack.

But how to lure out the best among the rest? I want the winning trophy, the best catch among the rest. He thought, his eyes now roaming on the Ravenclaw table in front of him.

Now just what was he looking for exactly? Draco fused his eyebrows together as he mentally leafed through the pages of the Malfoy family handbook. Chapter 5, part D—The right qualifications in choosing a wife:

Number one, she had to be beautiful. Beauty was always a requirement for every Malfoy was to ensure the well-development of the next generation's children.

Next was charm and wit. Malfoys have always been endowed with charming wizards and witches all throughout history. It was a requirement for to be the lady of the Malfoy household would have meant being able to hold oneself in lively, intellectual conversations with other aristocrats.

The third was intelligence. The mind was always an important value. What better to impress one's in-laws with than by the gift of a well-educated mind? Draco's father had always said that a woman who was both smart and beautiful was dangerously perfect. He proved right.

The next important requirement was reputation and accomplishments. A witch with a scale of accomplishments would look quite good in the future history books and on the Malfoy family tree. After all, they could not afford to have impotent witches in their family.

Fifth was of course, a sexy body. Ooh, Draco definitely liked the sound of that. Personally, he had added this one up all by himself but it was definitely a requirement for him. Although it wasn't in the family handbook, his future wife had better be sexy enough to satisfy him for if not, then the idea of bearing children would be completely unbearable to him.

Lastly, what Draco really wanted was aggressiveness. Oh yeah, he liked his women rough and fiery alright. He loved powerful women. He didn't want no weak, pathetic defenseless little housewife who served and heeded at his every beck and call. No, he wanted a woman who fought back. He wanted a woman who liked to dominate over him. Someone who could spice up his desires and lust, complete with a leather whip to match.

A wicked smirk spread over his handsome features at the thought. He liked that. Very much. He loved it when a woman played hard to get. And he loved it more when a woman wasn't afraid to show him her true strength. That was definitely a must-have.

Alright, so I personally added that requirement again but hey, I'm the one choosing here anyway. He thought, rolling his eyes as he resumed back to his searching.

Tantalizing silver eyes blazed as he surveyed the bustle of busy Hogwarts students entering the Great Hall that morning.

It seemed that in the entire female population of Hogwarts, pureblood, mudblood or half-blood alike, no one, no one could reach his standards in his search for his perfect girl.

His father had already given him a tight deadline—he was to present to him his chosen bride by their Graduation Ball at the end of the year. Should Draco fail to present anyone that night, his father will formally set his engagement to his childhood acquaintance and nightmare, Pansy Parkinson. He definitely could not have that.

Pansy was not the woman he wanted to imagine coming home to every night after work. Just the thought of having to marry that pug-faced girl turned Draco's stomach inside out.

And just who 'do' you imagine coming home to, every night anyway? A voice had nagged inside his head but he shook it away, his cheeks flushing.

Alright, so it was true then. When he imagined his married life, an image of emerald green eyes and a lightning shaped scar came into full focus but he knew that such an idea was completely and ridiculously impossible.

He had to admit, he had grown a little too fond of his Gryffindor rival than he would have wanted to but he knew nothing could happen between them. He was to produce an heir…Marry a woman so he can continue on his family's legacy. And as much as he wanted Harry, it just will not work.

Sighing sadly, Draco forced himself to look away and set aside the thoughts, concentrating on what he was supposed to do.

He had already narrowed down his potential choices and even those had not truly fit into his true image of what he wanted. Mandy Brocklehurst, Lavender Brown, Padma Patil, Lisa Turpin and last but not least, Hermione Granger. The last one had come as a bit of a shock for him but given the small selection he had, he found there were no other choices left to choose from.

Before he could stop himself, he glanced up again, this time, his eyes widening as he finally managed to lock gazes with Harry right across the Hall. Harry glared right back at him, giving him a cold smirk before turning away, turning back to talk to Ron beside him.

Draco smirked right back, feeling his anger boiling inside him at how Harry had snubbed him off but he let it slide, shaking his head.

"I honestly don't know why you're setting such high standards for yourself, Draco. We have a pretty fine selection of potential wives right here." Blaise Zabini, Draco's best friend, commented casually beside him, his gaze lingering for a long moment on a certain Gryffindor's face.

Draco merely snorted in response, choosing instead to ignore his comment.

"Seriously, though. You're wasting your time looking for the perfect wife by setting all those high requirements. No one is going to top that list, Drac." Blaise pointed out smugly, turning to give Draco a sneer.

Someone does… Draco thought silently as he eyed Harry again, his eyes glowing with desire as he watched Harry's eyes light up in humor before laughing at Seamus' words.

He couldn't help but notice now how ironic things seemed to be with him. Now, as he surveyed Harry's appearance closely, he couldn't help but realize something.

Beautiful, charming, smart, sexy, popular…And damn well aggressive. Damn you Potter…You would have made the perfect wife for me if you had only been a girl. He thought almost wistfully, smirking again.

"Draco?! Are you even listening to me?!"

Draco rolled his eyes and turned slowly to face Blaise, keeping his smirk placed calmly on his handsome face.

"Look, I will not lower my standards just to meet my father's deadline. If I'm going to be forced to remain with a woman for the rest of my life, then I will choose a wife that fits my liking." He answered arrogantly, raising his goblet to take a sip.

"I'll be surprised if you find anyone at all, Draco." Blaise snorted, shaking his head in dismay before turning back to observe a fascinating scene at the Gryffindor table that Draco failed to notice.

Crabbe and Goyle sniggered beside them just as Draco narrowed his eyes, glaring at his so-called best friend in indignation.

"Of course I will Zabini. In fact, I'm telling you three now, I vow to marry the best girl there is in this wretched school and once I catch her, you will all turn green with envy because you have demoted yourselves to marrying something less than you deserve." Draco said, a confident smirk on his face.

"Keep dreaming, Draco." Crabbe said, laughing at Draco's irritated face just as Blaise looked back at him, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Is that so, Malfoy? You willing to make a wager on that then?" Blaise asked, giving both Crabbe and Goyle a knowing wink.

Draco narrowed his eyes at the other boy, secretly nervous about the gleam in his eyes. "What are the terms, then Blaise?"

Blaise gave him a reckless grin. "We both go on our respective hunts for our perfect girls. Whoever manages to bag the better girl among the two wins." He said, smirking when he saw Draco's eyes flicker for a brief moment.

"So basically, the guy who gets the better girlfriend wins?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow in question.

Blaise nodded, offering his hand. "You got it, Malfoy. Twenty galleons. You up for it?" He asked, looking at him directly in the eye.

Draco smirked back, taking the hand immediately and giving it a firm shake. "Just twenty? How about fifty then, Zabini?" He taunted, a cool, calm smile on his face.

Blaise looked slightly alarmed but covered up right away, blinking before nodding back, glaring at him. "Fine. Fifty it is then." He agreed, returning Draco's firm and reassuring squeeze.

Just as the two boys had let go, Blaise slowly transformed his smirk into a full-fledged smile, his gray eyes twinkling in challenge.

"Happy hunting, Draco."



A/N: Well, what do you guys think? Do you think I should continue this story? PLEASE REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!! *giggle* Oh and I hope I didn't confuse you with this chapter, basically it's about the hunting season and how every pureblooded son in the family must search for his worthy bride at the age of seventeen. Draco of course, is no exception to that tradition as are the other pureblooded wizards in Hogwarts. *wink!* Every man for himself! *giggle* I hope you guys are getting the flow of the story so far…Draco will find the perfect girl a little later. ^_~ REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!!! *mwah!*