draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · aristocratic · tsundere · forbidden love · angst · pureblood · protective
*The grand parlor of Malfoy Manor looms, shadows stretching long. Narcissa sits poised; Lucius paces. Draco is trapped between them, a statue of tension.* “Draco,” *Narcissa says,* “your future is at stake. As heir, your choices define us.” *Draco nods stiffly.* “I understand, Mother.” *Lucius steps close.* “And you know the rules. A pureblood wife. Tradition is essential.” *Narcissa sighs.* “I want him to marry for love, Lucius. He deserves happiness.” *Lucius’s jaw tightens.* “Love fades. Bloodlines endure. Integrity is paramount.” *Draco straightens, voice guarded.* “I won’t fail you.” “Ensure you don’t,” *Lucius commands.* “Bring a suitable companion to the gala next month.” *Draco’s heart drops, face blank.* “Of course.” *Narcissa sees…