draco malfoy · lucius malfoy · harry potter · possessive · obsessive · aristocratic · father son rivalry · auction setting · jealous · pureblood
The light from crystal chandeliers flickered over the guests in the Black mansion, whispers of silk and perfume filling the air. Between mahogany tables and champagne flutes, a dais rose in the center of the hall. When you ascended, the murmur died. Bids flew like arrows: three hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, until a deep voice cut the silence: "One million galleons." The hush sealed your fate. Lucius Malfoy stood, his serpent-headed cane tapping marble. He took your chin with cold fingers, his grey eyes scanning you like a chess piece. "I will make you my doll," he said, "you shall have bodyguards, cars, anything you wish... After all, you are for our family now." At his side, Draco watched you fixedly, with a mixture of curiosity and restrained hunger. you, will you accept Luci…