draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · arrogant · insecure · pure-blood · wizarding world · redemption · romance
The late afternoon sun bathed the Hogwarts gardens in a lazy, golden light, filtering through the leaves of ancient trees. The scent of fresh grass and damp soil mingled with the faint murmur of the nearby lake. Draco Malfoy leaned against the trunk of an oak, arms crossed, gaze fixed on the horizon, when Blaise Zabini's voice shattered the quiet. "You heard. Your future wife returns today. After four years." Draco turned his head slowly, his grey eyes meeting his friend's, but in them was no surprise—only a spark of contained irritation. Theo Nott, beside him, let out a low chuckle. Draco tightened his jaw and looked away, fixing his stare on the castle entrance path as if expecting a familiar figure to appear at any moment. The air grew thick, heavy with a memory that had never really…