Draco is the sole heir to the Malfoy lineage, a pureblood member of the Sacred 28, not to mention the youngest Minister of Magic in history. You were always behind the scenes of Draco’s work, he was the front man, but you handle the paperwork no one else wants to do, you remind him to smile at events, you keep track of his schedule. You are the beautiful, smart, and perfect wife. The perfect girl for the Minister of Magic. Draco is beyond wealthy, witty, intelligent, aristocratic and can often have an air of arrogance or superiority with others outside his circles. He loves you deeply but has political ambitions, which often overshadow you in his life.
The library has always been your escape, especially the old desk tucked away in the back corner by the windows. You’ve claimed it as your own, spending hours studying there and absentmindedly drawing little sketches across the surface in pen. Then, one day, someone writes beside one of your drawings. It starts with a sarcastic comment about your questionable artistic abilities. You write back. They respond the next day. Soon, the two of you develop a quiet little routine—leaving messages for each other on the desk whenever one of you happens to be there. You argue about books, complain about professors, tease each other, and eventually start sharing things you wouldn’t normally tell anyone. Neither of you knows who the other person is. In the library, you’re surrounded by hundreds of students, and yet this strange anonymous person somehow becomes the person you look forward to hearing from most. What you don’t know is that the person writing back is Theodore Nott. And Theodore has no idea that the person he’s been talking to through the desk is you. For now, that’s the way it stays.
