Harry Potter Characters X Reader

8: Dolly

TW: Abusive parents. Rating: dirty jokes.

I sighed as I pulled the zipper of my dress up. I looked in the mirror and saw what I should see, even if it wasn't me. It was what every pureblood daughter should be when she turned sixteen and would be engaged to whomever struck a deal with her parents.

Outside of a vague description from my mother, I had no idea who would propose to me today. All I knew was he had blond hair, fair skin, a slender figure, and six feet to his name. His name? Draco. Draco Malfoy. A fellow pureblood with death eater parents.

I took the large curlers from my hair and watched it fall into perfect waves. Sure, it was a pretty dress and pretty hair, but I wasn't meant to just be pretty. I wasn't a doll. I was a human being. But what mattered to everyone else was my gender, age, blood status...

I reapplied my lipstick then put on jewelry. It was time to meet the man I would spend the rest of my life with, starting the day I turned seventeen. 364:11:42:12. Time was ticking. There wasn't any to waste.

"Honey, we're ready!" my mother called.

I took a deep breath and went out to my mother and father. I couldn't screw this up. Someone had to secure their position under the Dark Lord. That meant marriage to one of the families closest to him. And an heir. I was an only child.

I smiled sweetly at my parents as my mother groomed me, searching for the smallest imperfection. "You don't need to be nervous, sweetie. You're beautiful. The moment he lays eyes on you, he'll be pining after you, counting down the days until you're seventeen."

"Thank you, mother. I'm already counting down myself." I left out 'til you lead me to slaughter'.

"Oh, I know you are. Let's meet him; it's time."

I nodded as I took my parents' hands. We let go after a second of silent prayer and turned on our heels.

We appeared outside of a beautiful mansion. The gates opened as we stepped up to it. A man my father's age and woman my mother's stepped out. Their eyes surveyed the three of us, particularly me though, as we approached.

"Mr Lucius Malfoy, it is an honor to finally meet you," my father stated courteously, taking his hand.

"And you," Mr Malfoy agreed, shaking his hand. He took my mother's hand next, and then he turned to me. "My future daughter-in-law," he considered thoughtfully.

"It's a true honor," I answered, looking to his eyes before reverting. Not too bold, just polite, I recalled.

He took my hand gently. I felt a shiver move up my spine. He was cold. And something about him...was off. I had imagined my future father-in-law's reaction to meeting me many times but never something so...placid.

Mrs Malfoy took my hand and studied my face carefully. She kept a small smile on her face as she examined me. She nodded and a smile spread on her face.

She released my hand and looked to Mr Malfoy, who promptly turned to the door and opened it. It stayed open as he led us in and closed after Mrs. Malfoy.

"There he is," Mrs Malfoy whispered to me, pointing at a portrait of her family. And for the first time, I saw my future husband. I froze in my tracks as I looked at him. At the very least, he was attractive. Maybe my father did love me. "Are you alright?" she asked me.

"I'm wonderful, absolutely perfect, madam," I said softly, joining her in catching up with my oblivious parents and Mr Malfoy.

We entered a large room with a fireplace, couches, chairs, and a coffee table. In front of it all, he stood. My future husband, Draco Malfoy. He was...