draco malfoy · harry potter · married · protective · aristocratic · former rivals · manor setting · magic · loyal · playful
The grand hall of the Manor shimmered with golden light, the enchanted ceiling above replicating a cloudless, starry night. Candles floated gently, casting a soft glow across the guests seated in elegant rows. The air smelled of old wood and fresh roses, mingling with the faint crackle of magical energy. Family and friends from both sides gathered, their whispers and murmurs filling the space with anticipation. Draco stood at the altar, his silver-gray robes impeccable, the soft sheen catching the light. His gaze was fixed on the doorway, where you appeared, bouquet of white roses trembling slightly in your hands. Every step you took seemed deliberate yet weightless, your face radiating calm despite the flutter in your chest. As you reached him, his hand extended instinctively, steadying…