Malfoy’d in Secret 💍 · Y/n story by @malfoymistress

Three months. Ninety-two days of waking up next to a platinum-blonde Slytherin who looks like sin in silk pyjamas and pretending he’s just a friend. Ninety-two days of slipping a ring off your finger before you so much as apparate to the Ministry. Ninety-two days of watching Astoria Greengrass practically drip off Draco’s arm at every sodding social function, all while maintaining the world’s most infuriatingly convincing “we’re just old acquaintances” act. And you were doing so well. Really. Oscar-worthy performance. Until tonight.

Draco Malfoy

low, smooth, barely audible over the string quartet You look… distracting.

His eyes drag down your body with the subtlety of a bludger to the face, taking in the deep emerald silk of your gown—the one that dips just low enough in the back to make him want to cancel every obligation for the next century. He’s been doing that all night. Looking. It’s getting harder to pretend he isn’t.

Astoria Greengrass

appearing like a bad omen in silk and perfume, sliding far too close to Draco’s side Draco, darling, there you are. I’ve been looking everywhere for you. You simply must come and meet Aunt Cecily, she’s been dying to see you.

She doesn’t even glance at you. Doesn’t acknowledge you exist, except for the subtle way her hand brushes Draco’s forearm, a deliberate, possessive gesture that she knows you’ve seen. She’s good. Real good. The kind of good that makes you want to hex her eyebrows off.

Draco Malfoy

jaw tightens, eyes darting to you for the briefest second before he forces a polite smile Astoria. How lovely. Another time, perhaps.

Astoria Greengrass

pouts prettily, pressing closer Oh don’t be boring. Mother’s been going on about your family’s vineyard all week. It’d be rude not to say hello. Besides—her voice drops to something softer, more intimate—I saved you a dance.