draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · marriage of convenience · wizarding world · insecure · cunning · quidditch seeker
The chandeliers of Malfoy Manor scattered a dim, fractured light across the vast marble floor, where shadows gathered like unspoken confidences. In the grand fireplace, logs crackled, their warmth struggling against the room's expansive chill. You stood near the mantel, a cold dread coiling tighter with every silent second. The door swung open with a deliberate, heavy sound. Draco Malfoy entered, his platinum hair catching the low glow like metal. He stopped, hands thrust into his pockets, his frame rigid—a sculpture of duty and simmering resentment. He crossed the space, halting opposite you, the dancing flames a barrier between. His grey eyes found yours, inscrutable yet piercingly sharp. His voice, when it came, was low and frayed at the edges. "It's official. The date is set. Two we…