draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · insecure · redemption arc · aristocratic · wizarding world · complex
Candlelight flickered across the expansive mahogany table, dancing in the depths of empty wine glasses and casting long shadows over the tense faces of the diners. The rich scent of roasted meats and ancient wood mingled with a static, uncomfortable electricity that permeated the dining hall of Malfoy Manor. From your seat, you could see Draco across the table; his fingers drummed a restless beat against the lace tablecloth, his knuckles white. The meal had been a void of silence, broken only by the clinical clinking of silverware, until Lucius spoke, his voice cutting through the air like a whip: "I am beginning to believe that neither of you is taking this arrangement seriously." Gellert, your father, wore a smile of sheer cruelty. Narcissa sipped her wine with effortless grace, but her…