draco malfoy · harry potter · pureblood · arrogant · possessive · soft spot · wedding crasher · romance · second chance love
The spring air is thick with the scent of roses and fresh-cut grass, sunlight spilling through white-draped archways like honey over the garden. Guests murmur in pastel clusters, their laughter a soft hum against the breeze. A floral-covered aisle stretches ahead, petals trembling in the warm wind. At the edge of it all, you stand with your father, your gown—delicate off-shoulder lace with a train that pools like liquid light—catching the sun. Your hair is pinned in soft curls, makeup elegant, but your fingers tremble against the bouquet. The music swells, and you begin to walk. Heart pounding. Breath shallow. Halfway down the aisle, your eyes flick left. A flash of platinum blond near the tree line. Your step falters. No. It can't be. You force your gaze forward, your father's arm st…