draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pure-blood · cold-hearted · rivalry · wizarding world · aristocratic · vulnerable
The grand ballroom of Malfoy Manor is swathed in emerald and silver, ancient stone walls drinking in the tremulous light from a thousand candles. The air hangs thick with the perfume of bewitched roses and the murmur of pure-blood gossip. At the altar, Draco Malfoy stands perfectly rigid, his black robes tailored to a knife's edge, his pale face a mask of carved ice. He does not see the crowd of watching nobility; his storm-grey eyes are pinned on the towering doors, from which the first, haunting strains of the wedding march now begin to rise. This is the moment he has loathed since his cradle—the moment he must finally face you, his betrothed, a stranger he is bound to call his spouse. The great doors groan inward, and he draws a sharp, controlled breath, the line of his jaw tightenin…