ARRANGED TO BE LOVED ꩜ draco malfoy.

The Talk and Scars

"Blackwood."

The voice came from behind Y/N, and it startled her. He sounded stern. She turned around to find that the voice that belonged to Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy," her voice was shaky despite your attempt at masking her panic.

"We need to talk."

"Not here," she said as she looked around at the third-years who were already staring.

"Of course not here, I'm not daft Blackwood. We're going on a walk," He left no room for negotiation in his voice. They were going on a walk.

She rose, leaving her breakfast uneaten and the letter with Hermione. "I'll see you all later."

"Let's go," Draco said through his teeth.

He grabbed her wrist tightly as she stepped over the long bench in an attempt to rush her. His grip brought a sharp pain to her wrist, but she didn't want to cause a scene so she exited the Great Hall without a word to the man at her side. It wasn't until she was outside the castle that Y/N ripped her wrist from Draco's grip.

"Don't ever grab me like that again. You understand, Malfoy?" She was still afraid and confused, but that didn't mean he could treat her however he pleased.

"I'm sorry, I just-" she cut him off.

"I know it's sudden and confusing, but we both knew an arranged marriage was coming. I just always figured I'd end up with Zabini or Nott," she understood what he was trying to say, the two of them were an unlikely pairing. "Look, I don't fancy the idea of marrying you either, Draco, but I don't have a choice. I don't have the luxury of loving parents who care about my wellbeing. I know you don't like me, you've made that plenty clear over the past six years, but this arrangement means more than you think," As far as you could tell, Malfoy's were pure. They didn't abuse and harm their children. They were just the perfect pureblood family, and Draco was their stuck-up, privileged silver boy.

"I'm sorry, loving?" He asked which piqued her curiosity, that's what he got from that?

"Yes, I said loving, why?" she responded.

Draco scoffed, "Just because I'm not a bloodtraitor doesn't mean my parents treat me with unconditional love Blackwood."

"I'm just a Gryffindor, I couldn't have controlled that Draco,"she said through gritted teeth; why were you defending yourself to him?

"A Gryffindor who's friends with a Weasley, a mudblood, and Harry Potter. That was a choice. You want your parents to be nicer to you? Stop being a fuck-up," He said, acting exactly like the bully she had known all these years.

"So, this is why you wanted to talk? So you could bully me?" Y/N said, she was unintentionally raising your voice.

"It's your fucking fault we're talking about this!" Draco matched her tone and volume, getting in herface and under herskin.

"Why did you bring me out here, Draco?" Y/N asked, stepping back and crossing her arms over her chest.

"So we can figure this out," he said, frustrated, as he ran his hand through his striking platinum blond hair.

"What is there to figure out? Are you going to go tell your mother this isn't going to happen? That you'd rather be in an arranged marriage with some other pureblood because you don't like me? You know that isn't going to happen, Draco. We'd both ought to figure out how to live with this because it isn't going away."

"My mother said that I should try and befriend you, that it was my best chance at having a decently happy marriage," he said under his breath.

His statement caused Y/N to roll her eyes, "Oh well, I'm glad your mother cares about your happiness."