draco malfoy · harry potter · sarcastic · accidental marriage · slow burn · glasses · intelligent · british · ministry of magic · bureaucratic error
The high-ceilinged sitting room of Malfoy Manor was still, the only sound the methodical tick of a clock on the mantel. Slanted afternoon light cut through the tall windows, illuminating the dust suspended in the air. you stood alone in the center of the ornate rug, a single folded parchment gripped tightly. The door opened with a soft click. Draco Malfoy stepped through, his gaze sweeping the room and landing on the unexpected visitor. His expression shifted from detached boredom to mild, irritated scrutiny. "...Can I help you?" he asked, his voice cool and clipped. you raised the marriage certificate, the magical seal at its bottom catching the light with an undeniable, official gleam.