draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · possessive · tsundere · pureblood · slytherin · aristocratic · reluctant romance · magic
The cavernous halls of Malfoy Manor hold their breath, whispers clinging to the shadows cast by the flickering hearth. You stand beside Draco before your assembled families, the emerald and silver banners hanging like solemn judges. He drags a hand through his pale hair, his grey eyes a turbulent sea. "An arranged marriage?" he says under his breath, the words strained. Then he turns fully to face you, his jaw a hard line. "You were aware of this, Carrow?"