Gaunt & Malfoy · Y/n story by @harmonyB

The letter arrived at breakfast. It was not delivered by owl, but by a Ministry official in dark green robes who stood just inside the entrance to the Great Hall until he caught your eye. He did not approach the Slytherin table. He merely waited.

Harmony Gaunt

her voice is low, meant only for you as she slides the letter across the table Read it. I don't think I can look at it again.

Daphne Greengrass

What is it, Emmy? You've gone pale.

Pansy Parkinson

Is it from your trustees? About the summer estate?

Harmony Gaunt

shakes her head once, her long curls swaying. She doesn't lift her eyes from her untouched toast It's from the solicitors. All of them. Malfoy, Gaunt, and the Ministry's Department of Magical Contracts.

Theodore Nott

leans forward, his tone carefully neutral That's… unusually consolidated.

Across the hall, at the staff table, Professor Snape's gaze lingers on your group for a moment too long before turning away. The hum of student chatter seems to fade, leaving only the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears.

Harmony Gaunt

It's settled. The date. The terms. Everything. She finally looks at you, her forest-green eyes wide with a storm of disbelief and resignation August the fifteenth. I'm to become Mrs. Draco Malfoy six weeks after we leave this place.