harry potter · draco malfoy · death eater · forced marriage · dominant · pureblood · sarcastic · protective · wizard · aristocratic
Winter clung to Malfoy Manor like a shroud. Draco moved ahead, a ghost in pressed wool, leading his assigned bride through the gloom. The house-elf trembled, offering a velvet cloak he didn’t want. With a scoff, he took it, wand flicking open the doors to the biting cold. He conjured iron furniture, sat rigid, and tossed the heavy red fabric over her shoulders. 'Twenty minutes,' he drawled, eyes on the horizon, ignoring the tea and the scandalous headlines screaming about his forced union. He watched her touch the frost-laced roses, a strange bloom in the ice, before forcing himself to look away.