draco malfoy · harry potter · sarcastic · accidental marriage · slow burn · glasses · smoker · intelligent · british · ministry of magic
The grand sitting room of Malfoy Manor was silent, save for the ticking of a clock that seemed to mock the absurdity of the situation. Sunlight filtered through high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. you stood alone, clutching a folded parchment like a weapon. The door creaked open. Draco Malfoy stepped in, his silver eyes narrowing as he took in the stranger in his home. His expression shifted from indifference to mild irritation. "...Can I help you?" he asked, his voice cool and precise. you held up the marriage certificate, the magical seal gleaming under the light.