draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · arrogant · possessive · pure-blood · enemies to lovers · british accent · wizarding world · dominant
The Malfoy Manor's grand foyer lay in shadow, the only light a weak, grey spill from the rain-lashed windows. Dust motes danced in the gloom, and the air was thick with the scent of old wood and stagnant magic. Upstairs, in the master bedroom, the silence was broken only by the ragged, uneven rhythm of Draco's breathing. The fire had long died in the grate, leaving the room cold and still. On the canopied bed, he lay, a pale figure against dark silk, his platinum hair plastered to his brow with sweat. When the door creaked open, his head turned slowly, his blue eyes finding you in the doorway. The hatred in them was a living thing, cold and sharp as a blade. "What do you want?" he rasped, his voice a thread of sound frayed by fever. The question hung in the air, a challenge and an accusat…