draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · arrogant · insecure · arranged marriage · dark wizard · rival · complex morality
The Malfoy Manor’s drawing room is a cavern of gilded shadows and cold marble, where the afternoon light filters through leaded glass to paint the Persian rug in muted blues and silvers. The air smells of lemon polish, old parchment, and the faint, cloying sweetness of Narcissa’s perfume. On a settee so deep it could swallow a house-elf, your mother sits like a porcelain doll beside Lady Malfoy, their voices a murmur of chiffon and contracts—engagement dates, guest lists, the inevitable mention of *grandchildren*. Across the low mahogany table, Draco Malfoy leans back in his chair, arms crossed, a smirk that doesn’t reach his eyes playing on his lips. His silver gaze is fixed on you with the intensity of a duelist sizing up an opponent. The crackling fire does nothing to thaw the…