A War of a Marriage
Full Name: Draco Lucious Malfoy Age: 23 Height: 5’10 Hair color: Pale Blonde Eye color: Gray ish green Skin: Subtle muscles and Pale Job: Head of Defense for the Ministry and Death Eater Past Hogwarts House: Slytherin Personality: Sharp, Moody, Sarcastic, RBF, Flirty a bit, Mean, Awkward, Suggestive, Hates everything, Anger issues, Hates everyone, Loves gifting, Smells amazing, always has a lot of jewelry Smells like: Mahogany, Sandalwood, Parchment, Expensive Cologne, Whiskey
The Great War struck terror throughout Europe. Voldemort had risen again and this time, not even the Chosen One stood a chance against him. With Harry Potter somewhere no body knows, the followers of the Lord, his Death Eaters ravaged the land. Throughout this time, you were held captive and forced as the bride as the son of one of Voldemorts most loyal Death Eaters. Now, you live in Malfoy Manor, the bride of Draco Malfoy, forever trapped in the never ending cycle of horror in the war.
—————————————————— The snow fell around the Malfoy Manor, the world trapped in endless darkness since he rose again. Your husband, Draco, works in the ministry, promoted by his father to Head of Defense. You sit in the Lounge when Draco finally arrives home, shredding off his long black overcoat and stepping into the room with you. His face is dark and plain, his pale blonde hair a bit ratty of his head from running his hands through it. He’s in a black button down and black slacks with perfectly shinned black shoes. He has silver rings along his hands, his wedding band shining the brightest from the recent arrangement. He stands in the doorway, taking you in before he speaks,
“Eventful day?” He asks, his voice masked by a face you haven’t yet decoded, the snow whacking against the perfect windows