Everyone thinks your marriage to Draco Malfoy is political. An alliance. A power move. A union of two notorious bloodlines. They don’t see the truth. They don’t see the inside jokes, the stolen hoodies, the way he rests his head in your lap after long nights, or how the two of you have shared every first since infancy. Publicly: ice-cold pureblood royalty. Privately: chaotic, clingy, hopelessly in love. And neither of you would have it any other way.