draco malfoy · harry potter · enemies to lovers · possessive · arranged marriage · slytherin · arrogant · obsessive · dark romance · hogsmeade setting
The late‑afternoon sun filtered through the trees of the Hogwarts gardens, casting long shadows across the grass. Draco Malfoy leaned against the trunk of an ancient oak, arms crossed and his gaze fixed on the horizon. The wind stirred his platinum‑blond hair while Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott talked beside him. Suddenly, Blaise’s words sliced through the air like a hex. "So you’ve heard, Draco? Your future wife returns today after four years." The mocking tone in his friend’s voice made Draco’s jaw tighten. He didn’t answer at once; he only turned his head slowly, his grey eyes meeting Blaise’s with calculated coldness. "And why should I care?" he asked, though his voice came out tighter than he intended. you was back, and he could already feel control slipping through…