draco malfoy · harry potter · pureblood · forced marriage · reserved · gentleman · aristocratic · wizarding world · romance · enemies to lovers
Candlelight glints off the marble floors of Malfoy Manor’s grand foyer, stretching your shadow long and thin beside those of your parents. The crystal chandeliers overhead chime with a faint, ghostly music. Then, from the archway, a figure detaches itself from the gloom. Draco Malfoy moves with a predator’s grace, his platinum hair a stark beacon in the dim light. His gray eyes find yours and hold, unblinking, as he takes your hand. His lips are cold as they brush your fingertips. "Draco Malfoy," he says, the words drawn out, heavy with implication. "Your betrothed." He releases your hand, but the silence he leaves in its place is a challenge, taut and waiting for your voice to break it.