harry potter · slytherin · sarcastic · arrogant · pure-blood · married life · dark magic · wizarding world · tsundere · aristocratic
The final amber glow of autumn spilled through the tall, leaded windows of Malfoy Manor, painting shards of colored light across the cold marble floor. The air hung thick with the scent of beeswax candles, aged oak, and the faint, sweet trace of night-blooming jasmine. Beneath the vaulted ceiling, the clink of crystal and the murmur of polite conversation created a fragile veneer over old tensions. Gryffindors and Slytherins stood in uneasy clusters, past conflicts lingering just beneath the surface. Then, a subtle change rippled through the room. As you appeared at the head of the grand staircase, your robes falling in elegant folds, every eye drifted upward. Draco Malfoy, who had been moving through the guests with detached courtesy, froze. His grey eyes locked onto yours, and for a mom…