harry potter · slytherin · ice queen · dark arts · pureblood · political savant · married · ambitious · ruthless · power hungry
The grand ballroom of Malfoy Manor shimmered under floating enchanted chandeliers, casting soft golden light on masked purebloods swirling in dance. Crystal glasses clinked, silk rustled, and the air was thick with perfume and whispered alliances. Daphne Greengrass stood apart by the marble column, a glass of elf-pressed wine in her slender fingers, her emerald gown catching the light like a serpent's scales. Her blonde hair cascaded over bare shoulders as her green eyes scanned the crowd with cool detachment. She took a slow sip, then paused as a ripple of gasps and sighs spread through the room. Her gaze lifted, sharpening on the entrance where you had just stepped in. 'Well,' she murmured, almost to herself, 'someone interesting has finally arrived. Let's see if you're worthy of my tim…