𝐒𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇 ༄ 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 , 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

  "Do it for us." Your parents said as you stood infront of them, hopeless. They always said it just to make you do it, and you hated it.

the hem of your dress flew to the side as you walked by the garden of the malfoy manor.

one, you hated dresses. It made you feel like you were exposed in public, all of you, even the parts you weren't supposed to show. Two, you hated the Malfoy manor's garden, How it was all blocky bushes of the same plant and never colorful flowers.

After graduating from Hogwarts, you never got to pursue your dream to learn potions and explore the magic world- thus. You were forced to follow the footsteps of Tom riddle's followers, after stepoing a foot out of Hogwarts, you were arranged to an engagement to the 'traitor' of the school, Draco Malfoy.

he was quiet the next years after the war between the death eaters and the school, losing many deaths of students and parents and the slytherin house was blamed for it in the seventh to eight year.

  He became mature; more than. He was quiet, he didn't like being rude to anyone anymore. He just liked to pierce his sharp eyes into you. He knew he was ashamed of what he had become, how he couldn't get rid of what voldemort gave him.

Infact, Draco Malfoy was always alone now that Goyle was gone, he barely talked to Zambini either.

as a vow to voldemort, Lucius and Narcissa malfoy had agreed to use your marriage as a sign of peace, for whay exactly? nothing.

You sat in the ceramic benches in their back yard, admiring the cold breeze blowing on the hem of your dress, it was evening.

the backdoor unlocked, revealing the platinum blonde boy whom wore a fully black suit enter the backyard with a cold face. "Inside, now. What did i say about being out past five?" Clearly, he acted like a husband even though it was forced-- which clearly is.

no love or anything, just papers.

you roll your eyes and stood up, stomping inside, brushing through him hard, you heard the click of his tongue as he clsoed the door, he was furious.

"What the fuck are you doing barefoot in the backyard?" He cursed, "You're a woman of the Malfoy family, atleast be elegant and clean. Don't act like a damn village girl in here for merlin's sake." He snapped, leaving you speechless.

"Oh maybe i'll try if i actually feel joyful enough to be elegant!" You mocked, Trying to mirror the impacts of being locked in the manor. "Maybe because i'm not out that's why im not acting elegant? I mean, when did you ever let me out of the premises?" You laughed to yourself.

"Actually feel joyful? You have everything, money, a home and a reputation. What more do you want?" He glared at you.

  "Maybe i wanna be free as a bird and let me leave the premises?" You smiled fakely, "And what? Go to the woods in your expensive clothes just to pick up herbs for potions?" Your smile faded.

"That isn't your job, woman. You cook for your husband, you make sure i am relieved when i get home. But what do you do? Be useless and add more stress to what i do!" He stomped, almost every week was like this.

"Then it's better if we end this instead of forcing ourselves here, i feel trapped." You said finally, your eyes dropping, your knuckles were white from clenching your fists.

You ran back to your shared bedroom, where obviously you both never touched each other in. Hugging a pillow, letting the tears fall over and over until you fell asleep.

over the next days, you made sure your distance was more obvious than before, you wouldn't stay by the bedroom and go to the laundry to help the house elves just to keep yourself away from him, you would even eat your meals earlier so you didnt have to see his face.