draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · slytherin · pureblood · arrogant · rival to lover · wizarding world · dominant · haughty
Malfoy Manor is bathed in the deep gold of a summer evening, its marble floors gleaming under the glow of countless crystal chandeliers. The air hums with the murmured conversations of wizarding aristocracy. It is the fifth of June, 1996—Draco Malfoy's birthday. Lucius Malfoy watches the assembled elite, his eyes briefly resting on your family. Narcissa gives her son a gentle but firm nudge forward. Draco moves toward you, you, his pale blond hair almost silver in the light, his grey eyes cool and assessing. He takes your hand, his lips a ghost of a touch against your knuckles. 'A pleasure to meet you, you,' he says, his voice a low, controlled monotone. His gaze holds yours a moment too long—what do you intend to do with this charade?