𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒽 | 𝒟.𝑀.

73 | ﴾ Insolence ﴿

The infamous crested Malfoy carriage bumped along a rural expanse through the British countryside. Other than farmhouses and wildlife, the terrain was vividly silent and abandoned save for the ramshackle grinding of wood and metal components on the antiquated vehicle.

Inside of the rough mode of transport Draco had his platinum head between his knees, attempting not to hurl from the horribly early morning start he had been forced to endure after a riotous Halloween. He'd never been so hungover in his life, and the volatile roadway conditions were only serving to magnify his nausea on top of his racing thoughts. He reached up both of his veiny hands to hold his throbbing temples in an effort to do absolutely anything to mitigate his blistering headache.

Ahead in the driver's box their private chauffeur, Ackley, was whistling joyfully out in the crisp fall day, evidently enjoying the sunshine. The high-pitched melody only further irritated Draco as he groaned internally.

He'd done something unforgivable the evening prior and there was going to be hell to pay from more than one party.

Regrettably, he had already premeditated losing his virginity to Madeleine at some point during their eighth year of Hogwarts, planning to do so without first explaining to her what the consequences of their intimacy would be.

The gleam in her golden eyes when she looked at him spoke to how much she wanted him to go all the way with her, and Draco had never stood a chance at not following through with the heinous sexual act as his mind had begun to spin relentlessly with the image of claiming her.

He'd been so caught up with working on the vanishing cabinet until she'd come along that he'd never really had sick thoughts about girls, but soon his eyes were glazing over, secretly watching her in classes just to imagine what was beneath her forest green robes.

He was convinced of her burning interest in him but not confident that it would endure over time the more that she became familiarized with his dark secrets. She had caught his eye, and now he would force her to marry him with faith that they would grow to understand each other...eventually. Otherwise, any connection that had begun to form would be lost with her freedom to reject him, and in such a scenario Draco simply would lose his mind.

The mere notion of developing a relationship with anyone other than Astoria was enough to place dangerous prospect in his heart that one day he could be happily married and not badgered to death by the Greengrass girl's horrendous blubbering and whining.

Madeleine was sporty, sassy, popular, and gorgeous. It was a fitting alternative, but one that would require exceptional explanation for the unwarranted swap.

His father had gone to great efforts to arrange a marriage for Draco with Astoria on the premise of maintaining integral social relations, and he would no doubt be unforgiving in his evaluation of the revised circumstances.

Draco had been reckless to have sex with her only eight weeks into meeting the girl, having blatantly left hardly any time for them to bond properly, nor for him to propose the exchange appropriately to his parents in advance.

She would be livid with him when he returned, but he wouldn't be able to appease her hatred or contempt with well-deserved apologies. There was no way around how dreadfully bossy he would now be directed to treat the foreign female to the family, as his father was seriously mistrustful of strangers.

They already had begun to bicker like they were in a messy, long term relationship, but the incendiary transactions were like a romantic drug. He was desperately curious about her and whether she felt the fire between them the way he did. She had seriously aggravated him from the very beginning of the year, yet within two months Draco had caved completely to her alluring advances.