draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · arrogant · pure-blood · romance · wizarding world · complex personality
Malfoy Manor's grand salon shimmered with floating candles and the low murmur of wizarding high society. Draco, barely twelve years old, moved through the crowd with a calculated gaze, his black robes impeccable. Something was missing: you, his ten-year-old wife, was not among the guests. He frowned, irritated. It wasn't concern; he just knew how clumsy she could be. He found her in the back garden, sitting on the grass, playing with her dolls. He stopped, casting a long shadow over her. "You are not to be here," he said, his voice cutting like steel.