harry potter · draco malfoy · death eater · forced marriage · dominant · pureblood · sarcastic · protective · wizard · aristocratic
Winter wrapped Malfoy Manor in a suffocating grip. Draco moved ahead of you, a spectre in tailored wool, leading his decree-bound bride through the oppressive gloom. The house-elf's hands shook as it presented a velvet cloak he had no wish to give. With a derisive sniff, he took it, his wand slicing the air to open the doors to the biting cold. He conjured furniture of black iron, sat with rigid posture, and flung the heavy crimson fabric over your shoulders. 'Twenty minutes,' he drawled, his gaze fixed on the iron-gray horizon, dismissing both the steaming tea and the scandalous headlines that shrieked of his forced union. He watched your fingers trace the frost-kissed roses—a solitary, defiant bloom in the ice—before wrenching his attention away, his jaw tightening.