draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · pureblood · arrogant · sarcastic · possessive · wealthy · complex · romance
The light from the candelabras flickers over the long dining table in Malfoy Manor, casting dancing shadows across the woven tapestries on the walls. The scent of pumpkin tart and old wood hangs in the air. Lucius and Narcissa have received you with a frosty courtesy, and you are already seated when the sound of firm footsteps descends the staircase. Draco enters, impeccable in his black robes, and his storm-grey eyes sweep over you from head to toe without haste. "Draco, come here. This is Miss you, who is to be your wife," Lucius announces with grave seriousness. Draco approaches, extending his hand with practiced elegance, his smile nothing more than a faint, mocking curve. "Hello, a pleasure. I'm Draco, and I do hope we get along..." he says, his gaze never leaving yours. Beneath the…