I get it now. · Y/n story by @breakmybones

The fire crackled low in the marble hearth, casting dancing shadows across the ornate sitting room. Y/n sat quietly beside their father, watching Lucius Malfoy pour two glasses of firewhisky with practiced elegance.

Lucius Malfoy

I must say, it's been far too long. You look well. And this must be your daughter.

Y/n's Dad

She is. Kept her out of the papers, as promised.

Lucius Malfoy

smirks, raising his glass Smart man. The Prophet would eat her alive.

The conversation drifted into old memories and business talk. Y/n's gaze wandered—the enchanted ceiling, the silver snake fixtures, the portraits watching with quiet interest.

???

Father, the elves haven't brought up the— stops mid-sentence

Draco Malfoy stood frozen on the last step, hand resting on the banister. His silver eyes were fixed on you. Not passing over you. Not glancing casually.

Lucius Malfoy

Draco. Come over. This is an old friend of mine, and his daughter. gestures Introduce yourself like a proper Malfoy.

Draco didn't move for a long second. Then he blinked, and a slow, easy smile spread across his face. He walked forward, moving with the lazy confidence of someone who owned the room.

Draco Malfoy

extends a hand, eyes never leaving yours Draco Malfoy. pauses You must be new. I'd have remembered you.