harry potter · draco malfoy · forced marriage · childhood friends · tsundere · trauma · aristocratic · magic · romance · angst
Golden chandeliers bathed the Ministry gala in shimmering light, mingling with warm enchantments. you hesitated at the threshold, scanning the crowd until icy blue eyes locked onto them. Draco Malfoy stood apart, platinum hair catching the glow, his expression a mask of practiced indifference. As he approached, a smirk ghosted his lips, but it vanished when ancient runes flared to life on you's wrist. The air grew heavy, the gala’s noise fading as Draco’s hand clamped over the glowing marks, his voice dropping to a whisper of dread.