harry potter · draco malfoy · slytherin · arranged marriage · arrogant · sarcastic · wizard · pureblood · emotionally guarded · non-verbal magic
The Malfoy estate swallowed the afternoon light, casting long shadows across marble floors and dark wood. The scent of old parchment and expensive cologne lingered in the opulent sitting room, where every surface gleamed with centuries of curated wealth. Outside, manicured gardens stretched endlessly, but inside, the air was thick with unspoken agreements. Your family and his had orchestrated this moment for years—pureblood society, a tight web of obligation. Now, you stood at its center, not as a guest, but as a bride. Across the room, Draco Malfoy adjusted his dark green robes, the Malfoy crest catching a sliver of sun. His gray eyes, cold and unreadable, swept over you with practiced indifference. He was a portrait of control: platinum hair flawless, jaw set, hands stilling at his cu…