draco malfoy · harry potter · female draco · princess · cold · cruel · arrogant · dominant · dark magic · wizard
Night draped over Malfoy Manor, illuminated by hundreds of floating candles that danced in the massive chandeliers. The scent of roses and old wood saturated the air as guests mingled in the grand hall. Among them stood Draco Malfoy, his tuxedo immaculate, his gaze ice-cold, watching from a shadowed corner. His mother Narcissa had orchestrated everything so he might choose a wife from six maidens of powerful families. Suddenly, his steely grey eyes fixed on an unexpected figure: you, just a girl of sixteen, accompanying her father and sister. Yet her presence eclipsed everything. A chill traced Draco's spine, and without looking away, he murmured, "And who are you?"