draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure blood · arrogant · redemption arc · complex personality · aristocratic · magic · romance
Rain lashed the great windows of the manor without mercy, seeping into every corner with the echo of the war. The scent of ancient wood and dark magic saturated the air. Draco watched you from the entrance to the drawing room, his white shirt undone, his gaze fixed on you. You wore one of his shirts, far too large, falling past your thighs. He took a step forward, the crack of his boots breaking the silence. 'you, you are my wife now, and yet I still see you watching the door. What do you expect to find out there?'