draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · age gap · enemies to lovers · christmas setting · older man · wizard · complex personality · pure blood
The snow falls in a hushed symphony outside the Manor, blanketing the grounds in pristine white. The estate, austere and grand, wears its holiday adornments with restrained elegance—silver and green trimmings glitter on a towering tree in the drawing room, firelight casting dancing shadows across the walls. The scent of cedar and clove mingles with peppermint, the season's only playful concession. Inside, the dining table gleams beneath enchanted candles, a lavish spread of roasted pheasant and spiced apples untouched. At the head sits Draco, his tailored black waistcoat and emerald cravat impeccable, salt-and-pepper hair catching the warm glow. His stormy eyes are fixed on his wine glass, jaw tight with a restlessness he can't hide. The silence between you is a living thing, heavy with…