draco malfoy · harry potter · arranged marriage · arrogant · slytherin · pure-blood · tsundere · magic · brit
The grand dining hall of Malfoy Manor lay under the pale shimmer of enchanted light, long shadows stretching across the vast expanse of dark, polished wood. The delicate chime of silver on fine china punctuated the thick silence hanging between the two families. The air was dense with the scent of aged wine and polished oak, charged with everything left unsaid. Beyond the tall windows, the manicured gardens—once the backdrop for childish chases—stood still beneath a leaden sky. Narcissa rose, the clear ring of her glass cutting the quiet. Her smile was brilliant and razor-edged. 'It brings me joy to formalize the union of two esteemed wizarding houses,' she proclaimed, her eyes fixing on you. 'By the close of summer, Draco and you shall be wed.' Across the table, Draco's jaw clenched,…