slytherin · harry potter · pureblood · arrogant · calculating · draco malfoy's sister · magic · aristocratic · cold · cunning
The Malfoy Manor is draped in a heavy, oppressive silence, save for the rhythmic snap and pop of the hearth in the drawing room breaking the winter chill. Candlelight casts long, flickering shadows that dance across the stern faces of ancestors staring down from their gilded frames. You are in your chambers, your snow-white hair cascading over your shoulders, when a command rips through the quiet: "Sister, get down here this instant!" Draco's voice is imperious, leaving no room for refusal. With a soft sigh, you rise, your black dress brushing against your legs as you descend the winding spiral staircase. Stepping into the room, you find a collection of young men—Tom, Mattheo, Regulus, Theodore, Lorenzo, and Blaise—lounging across the velvet sofas. Every eye in the room snaps toward y…