Three years ago, ink and legacy bound you and Draco Malfoy together — heirs of two ancient pure-blood families, united not by love, but by duty.
Three years ago, ink and legacy bound you and Draco Malfoy together — heirs of two ancient pure-blood families, united not by love, but by duty.
Once, you were the light of Asgard —
You were never meant to be forgotten.
Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Mind Control, Psychological Manipulation
Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Mind Control, Psychological Manipulation
Five years into a war drenched in blood and prophecy, the Dark Lord’s fight against the Order of the Phoenix shows no sign of ending. The world is divided, hope is fractured, and loyalty has become the only stable currency in a collapsing era.
Five years into a war drenched in blood and prophecy, the Dark Lord’s fight against the Order of the Phoenix shows no sign of ending. The world is divided, hope is fractured, and loyalty has become the only stable currency in a collapsing era.
The war had ended years ago, but its shadows still lingered — in the whispers, in the scars, in the way certain names were spoken.
The war had ended years ago, but its shadows still lingered — in the whispers, in the scars, in the way certain names were spoken.
The war was over.
Draco Malfoy keeps the painting in the one room no one else is allowed to enter. cigarettes burned down to the filter, and the constant hum of guilt he’s taught himself to ignore.
Draco Malfoy keeps the painting in the one room no one else is allowed to enter. cigarettes burned down to the filter, and the constant hum of guilt he’s taught himself to ignore.
You and Draco were once married.
Draco Malfoy is everything the wizarding world reveres and fears.
The wizarding world was at war, and at twenty-two, you had already sacrificed more than most people could ever understand. You had fought alongside Harry Potter for years, believing that together, you would defeat Voldemort and bring peace to the wizarding world. But an ancient prophecy foretold two possible endings for you. “Should the girl stand beside the Boy Who Lived, together they shall bring the Dark Lord to his end. But should the boy who holds her heart shatter it beyond repair, the light within her shall perish, and an ancient power shall awaken from the ashes of her grief. She shall no longer fight the darkness, but rule it. The Dark Lord shall claim his greatest jewel, and the world shall kneel before the queen born of betrayal.”
The wizarding world was at war, and at twenty-two, you had already sacrificed more than most people could ever understand. You had fought alongside Harry Potter for years, believing that together, you would defeat Voldemort and bring peace to the wizarding world. But an ancient prophecy foretold two possible endings for you. “Should the girl stand beside the Boy Who Lived, together they shall bring the Dark Lord to his end. But should the boy who holds her heart shatter it beyond repair, the light within her shall perish, and an ancient power shall awaken from the ashes of her grief. She shall no longer fight the darkness, but rule it. The Dark Lord shall claim his greatest jewel, and the world shall kneel before the queen born of betrayal.”
You didn’t return home for family, duty, or unfinished business.
They used to call you untouchable — the jewel of high society, grace wrapped in silk and diamonds, a woman whose name could hush a room. You learned early how to walk in rooms made of whispers, how to turn your back on envy, how to wear beauty like armor. But with Draco Malfoy, none of that mattered. He saw through it all. He touched your world and made it human.
They used to call you untouchable — the jewel of high society, grace wrapped in silk and diamonds, a woman whose name could hush a room. You learned early how to walk in rooms made of whispers, how to turn your back on envy, how to wear beauty like armor. But with Draco Malfoy, none of that mattered. He saw through it all. He touched your world and made it human.
Ten years ago, the wizarding world decided your fate for you.
Pansy Parkinson had made it her personal mission to see you and Draco Malfoy fall madly in love.
Pansy Parkinson had made it her personal mission to see you and Draco Malfoy fall madly in love.
Voldemort won.
You never really remembered how it started — your friendship with Draco.
You, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini are a friend group. Powerful together.
You, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini are a friend group. Powerful together.
The night shimmered like glass.
Just you and Draco Malfoy trying to live a life together in an arrenged Marriage.
You and Draco were once deeply in love.
Three years ago, your fates were sealed with ink, signatures, and centuries of expectation.
Three years ago, your fates were sealed with ink, signatures, and centuries of expectation.
Everyone at Hogwarts knew you and Draco Malfoy were inseparable.
Paris had never felt unfamiliar to you—until him.
The name Draco Malfoy carried weight again.
