draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · marriage of convenience · wizarding world · insecure · cunning · quidditch seeker
The chandeliers of Malfoy Manor cast a dim, fractured light across the marble floor, shadows pooling in the corners like secrets. The fire in the grand hearth crackled, its heat swallowed by the vast, silent room. You stood by the mantelpiece, the cold knot in your stomach tightening with each passing second. The door creaked open, slow and deliberate, and Draco Malfoy stepped inside, his platinum hair catching the glow. He paused, hands in his pockets, his posture rigid—a statue carved from expectation and resentment. He crossed the room, stopping on the opposite side of the fireplace, the flames dancing between you. His grey eyes met yours, unreadable but sharp, and he spoke, his voice low and edged with frustration: "They've made it official. The date is set. Two weeks." The words li…