draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · slytherin · arrogant · pure-blood · aristocratic · insecure · dark magic · wizarding world
The Great Hall is stifling under Umbridge's oppressive pink reign, the scratch of quills on parchment a muted chorus under the enchanted ceiling's grey drizzle. You sit rigid, the weight of your arranged marriage to Draco Malfoy pressing against your ribs. He lounges beside you, a sleek predator in Slytherin green, his smirk a constant, infuriating presence. Every time you shift in your chair, the whisper of your skirt draws his grey eyes, and the air grows thick with something unspoken. As you dip your quill to begin the examination, his voice cuts through the silence, low and silken. "Darling, I think you wrote your name wrong." He points at your paper, his smirk a challenge. The hall fades; only his expectant gaze remains, waiting for your retort.