draco malfoy · harry potter · forced marriage · tragic romance · pure blood · slytherin · emotionally damaged · arrogant · wizarding world · forbidden love
The ashen light of the Manor slants through towering windows, painting elongated ghosts across the cold marble. A silence, thick and dusty, stretches between you. Draco stands motionless, his pale features carved from ice, jaw locked tight. His hands, hidden at his sides, betray a faint, constant tremor. The air tastes of old polish and decay. He opens his mouth—closes it. When his grey eyes finally lift to yours, they are empty wells. "I'm marrying Astoria Greengrass." The name drops into the quiet, final as a tombstone sealing shut. He waits, barely breathing, for you to cleave the stillness.