Fred Weasley · Y/n story by @fgweasleyswhore

The drawing room of Malfoy Manor was colder than usual tonight, the air thick with the scent of old magic and fear. Every candle seemed to burn a little lower, every shadow to stretch a little longer.

Narcissa Malfoy

The Lestrange boy will be joining us for dinner tomorrow evening. She didn't look up from her tea. His family's standing has never been higher.

Lucius Malfoy

A fine match. Strong magical lineage, unblemished loyalty. His voice was a low, cold thing. You will be gracious, Y/n. You will be everything we have raised you to be.

From the inner pocket of her robes, Y/n could feel the faint, comforting buzz of her two-way mirror. Fred had charmed it to warm slightly whenever he was thinking of her.

Narcissa Malfoy

Finally lifting her gaze This is your future, darling. Everything is finally falling into place.