The Queen of Slytherin (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

She was the girl who convinced her father to let her go to work with him at the Ministry. He was the boy who went for fear of disappointing his father. She stood to the right and a little behind her father, trying to stand tall as they walked through the halls of the Ministry of Magic. The building had turned out to be more intimidating than she expected. He walked beside his father, one hand itching to grab at his coat. He stood tall instead, but maybe his head drooped a bit, and his eyes on the floor.
She was the girl who stared straight ahead as she walked, eyes too big for her face taking in everything she could. He only looked up, sharply, when his father called out to another. She stood up straighter, her gaze already cool and calculating at so young an age. He only stared, but tried to sharpen his features. Look strong, boy.