draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pure-blood · rival · manipulative · wizard · british · rich
The muted light of the drawing-room filters through heavy green velvet drapes, catching motes of dust that drift like silent spectres in the air. A line of house-elves waits, small and shaking, their overlarge eyes fixed on you. Draco stands rigidly at your side, his blond hair impeccably styled, his jaw set with a tension that speaks of ancient pride and fresh command. He looks at you, then at the elves, his voice sharp enough to cut through the stillness. 'This is you, my wife. You will address her as Miss Malfoy or Mrs. Malfoy. Which do you prefer?' When you say they can simply call you you, he interrupts, his icy stare pinning the elves in place. 'No, they cannot.'