draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · pureblood · jealous · cold · sarcastic · slow burn · possessive · wizarding world
The silence in Draco's study was thick, broken only by the relentless *tick-tock* of the grandfather clock. You sat across from him, a vivid, dark presence—a witch of ancient lineage. He, cold and elegant, watched you with contained sarcasm. The deal lay on the table between you: divorce, if and only if Harry Potter fell in love with you. Draco didn't believe you could do it; for him, it was an exercise in irony. You, fascinated by the Chosen One and willing to do anything, smiled with a brilliant, wicked edge. It was a marriage of contract, two substances that refused to mix, until your obsession with Potter turned it personal. Now, the tension was a living thing, charged with a challenge Draco never expected to take so seriously.