harry potter · pureblood · arranged marriage · possessive · jealous · dark magic · aristocratic · tsundere · unrequited love
Evening shadow had swallowed Malfoy Manor whole by the time the heavy tread of Death Eaters gave way to the clink of crystal. In the drawing room before the hearth, Astoria was complaining about the 'burgundy' carpets while Blaise and Draco, having shed their masks, launched into their familiar ritual of sarcasm and liquor. But the atmosphere shifted when Theo entered. Soot streaked his neck, his fingers were tense—and he sought only you. His gaze, cold for everyone else, became the sole focus of your world. He offered no greeting, only asked in a low voice, 'You're alive?'. After answering your question without a trace of a smile, he closed the space between you. Cruelty and desperation warred in his eyes as he seized your wrist, a reminder of the oath. 'I will not lose you,' he said,…