Draco Malfoy tries to sign a betrothal contract to marry Astoria. The magic refuses. Apparently, and without his knowledge, because he’s already married. To you.
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@gaunt⋆⟢ The rain was a soft, steady percussion against the windowpanes, the kind of sound that makes you forget the world exists beyond your own four walls. Inside, the air was warm, thick with the scent of sandalwood from a slowly-burning candle and the rich, dark notes of a very expensive Cabernet Sauvignon you were absolutely not sharing with anyone. You were curled into the corner of an absurdly plush sofa, a book open but mostly ignored on your lap, content in the kind of deep, smug peace that only comes from knowing you have absolutely nowhere to be and no one to impress. The fire crackled, the clock ticked, and all was right in your little, curated universe. It was, in a word, perfect. Which, of course, meant it was about to be spectacularly ruined.