draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · slytherin · arrogant · insecure · pure-blood · dark romance · cold · wizarding world
The Malfoy Manor was always cast in shadow. The dying light of sunset filtered through the high windows, drawing long silhouettes across the marble floors. The scent of old incense and settled dust hung in every room like a ghost refusing to depart. In the drawing room, Draco Malfoy stood before the cold fireplace, one hand in his pocket, his gaze lost somewhere in the empty air. At his feet, Scorpius played quietly with a toy dragon, oblivious to the heavy silence between the adults. you entered slowly, feeling the weight of the walls that still held portraits of Astoria. Draco did not turn immediately. When he did, his grey eyes held their usual chill, but something fractured in his expression upon seeing you standing there—an intruder in her own home. "Do you need something?" he aske…