arranged love // drarry

three

A soft thud indicated that his bag had reached the ground. It was these times Draco was glad that their house was just single-storey.

With a deep inhale he latched onto a branch of the tree that was right next to his balcony and climbed down carefully. It was pitch dark and he could barely make out anything, only the silhouettes of the trees and bushes planted in his garden.

When he reached down and picked up his bag, a loud cough made him pause in his place.

"Going somewhere?" Came the cold voice of his father.

Fuck.

Draco turned around. "Good evening?" He smiled sheepishly.

"Inside. Now!"

Draco sighed. "Okay."

"You were running away?" Narcissa gasped. She looked hurt. "Draco, why?"

Draco bit his tongue and looked down at his feet. His hope fading away.

Hope for Draco was like a passing train. It came with a loud rumble, filling you with excitement and rush and when it finally reaches you, it passes away as soon as it came to you in a loud whoosh and all you can do is stare with wide eyes.

"I—"

Lucius tutted. "I don't want to listen to any excuses." He said hotly, "You're getting married to Harry Potter next month. I'm sending the Potters a message that you have agreed. I've had enough of your nonsense. No excuses will be taken this time."

"I don't want to get married!"

"It's tradition!" Narcissa said under her breath, his eyes wide with anger.

Draco had never seen this side of her. It was terrifying. She swallowed heavily. "You're getting married. And until then all your movements will be monitored by the staff. They will accompany you everywhere."

Draco made a sound of protest but it died down in his throat when Narcissa gave him a fiery glare.

Lucius coughed awkwardly. "Darling, let's get to bed." He kept a calming hand on her shoulder and she smiled at him softly, following him.

"Winky! Keep an eye on Draco!"

"Okay, Master. Winky is at your service." Squeaked the catetaker who was sweeping the floor.

Draco huffed angrily and stormed to his room. All his things were set back into his cupboards and the door to his balcony had a lock.

Great! He was a prisoner in his own house.

He was filled with anger and resentment, no matter how much he loved his parents.

This was not right. It was as if they were trying to control him. He was an adult for fucks sake! He was allowed to make his own choices and not marry just anybody only because they don't have the guts to break tradition.

He tucked himself in his covers and closed his eyes yet he stayed awake the entire night.

He got out of bed as the sun filtered through the window, the sky purple and pink.

Draco walked down the stairs, yawning and making his way to the kitchen. A small package on the counter with his name waited for him.

Dear Draco,
Thank you for giving me a chance! I promise I won't let you regret it :)

I was hoping I could meet you tonight for dinner? You can decide the restaurant. I'll pick you up at seven.

Not that I'm forcing you to come with me. It's your choice. But, if you want to join me, please let me know as soon as possible.

With love,
Harry
P.S. I hope you like chocolates ♡♡