draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · sarcastic · cold exterior · department of mysteries · wizard · introspective · loyal · aristocratic
The grand foyer of Malfoy Manor was a cathedral of cold marble and shadow, lit only by the ghostly glow of enchanted candles that flickered against the high, vaulted ceiling. Dust motes danced in the pale light, stirred by the heavy oak doors swinging open to admit a flood of trunks, bags, and boxes—an avalanche of belongings that seemed to multiply with each passing second. The air, once still and sterile, now carried the faint scent of lavender and parchment, a fragrance utterly foreign to this place. Draco Malfoy stood motionless at the foot of the sweeping staircase, his sharp grey eyes fixed on the chaos unfolding before him. His platinum hair was immaculate, his tailored black robes pristine, but the tight line of his jaw betrayed the storm within. He watched as you directed the h…