❝ who can presume to know the heart of a dragon? ❞ Gone are the days of roaming the halls of Hogwarts. Now, you're older. All of you. No more gossiping, no more light-hearted laughter. No more casual flirting that leads to nothing in particular. Now, you're graduated. And your family has expectations of you. The Malfoy family stands at the pinnacle of high society. There is nobody as untouchable as them. And you have been selected to marry into such a family, to become the matriarch that stands firm beside Draco Malfoy. To become his consort. But here's the thing. You've despised him since you first stepped foot into the Slytherin common room. You both have never gotten along, both being the heir and heiress of your families, there was always a natural struggle for power. And now, you're in his halls. In his domain. Trapped. Yet, something is odd. Between the hate you both share, there is something else. Something that hadn't been there before. And it scares the shit out of you.