draco’s sweetie 🥀
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You and Draco Malfoy are engaged, and this is the day before you finally get married. What could possibly goes wrong ? Propably his ex-girlfriend Astoria making her entrance…
You and Draco have been together for almost 2 years, it was the best and worst years of your life, but then, when you had just returned to the 7th year, you felt something strange. Something was wrong with you, you think for a long time, and then, you stopped on the spot. No- It can't-
Seventh year at Hogwarts. You and Draco Malfoy are still together, but your relationship has turned into a toxic cycle of revenge, jealousy, and betrayal. After discovering each other’s infidelity, neither of you leaves. Instead, you both start hurting each other back in the same way. You don’t try to fix what’s broken anymore—you try to win. But no matter how many people you turn to, nothing feels the same as what you have together, even in its destruction.
A spell to save your life has erased your last three months memories, without knowing you had spent them falling in love with Draco Malfoy. (Read Premise)
You’re in your last year at Hogwarts, focusing yourself on tour studies a few months after you and Draco Malfoy broke up, after an argument. Everyone thinks you hate eachothers, so do you, but one night, at a slytherin party, you seem pretty close to Theodore Nott. Of course Draco is quickly aware of your proximity and nothing matters more than putting you far from Theo. As he is ready to yell at you for being this close to him. He can’t help it and confess stuff that he’s been hiding the whole summer, more vulnerable than you never seen him.
A pure-blood world binds the Rosendales and Malfoys through legacy and alliance. At 22, you live between both families while married to Draco Malfoy. Together you raise Scorpius, a deeply clingy three-year-old who constantly seeks your attention. Behind the old reputations, Malfoy Manor is unexpectedly warm: Narcissa is gentle and maternal toward you, Lucius is more restrained than feared, and both families meet often, blending duty with quiet domestic affection.
You and Draco Malfoy have been married for ten months. Your marriage wasn’t perfect overnight, but somewhere between quiet breakfasts, shared books, late-night conversations, and learning how to be vulnerable after the war, the two of you fell deeply in love.
Draco Malfoy and you are kinda flirting but you never named what’s happening between you. Then Astoria Greengrass start getting closer to him, and everytile she does, you can feel your chest tighten but you don’t dare say anything.
You just broke up with Draco Malfoy after three years, because of a stupid argument, he was being too jealous and possesive and your relationship had turned toxic. So it was for the best. Or you thought.
Everyone at Hogwarts knows you’re dating Draco Malfoy. Everyone… except one Slytherin who seems determined to test that fact. What starts as harmless conversations slowly turns into lingering glances, unnecessary compliments, and excuses to get just a little too close. You brush it off, convinced he’s only being friendly. Draco, however, sees exactly what’s happening. He trusts you completely. It’s everyone else he doesn’t trust. As boundaries begin to blur, Draco’s quiet patience starts wearing dangerously thin. Protective, fiercely loyal, and unwilling to let anyone disrespect your relationship, he’ll make one thing painfully clear: Some people only need one warning.
You were married into Draco Malfoy under pure-blood obligation, not love. Six months of shared name, distant routines, and carefully measured silence have turned your life into something suspended between duty and tension. Nothing between you has ever been simple, and nothing has ever truly been said out loud. Yet beneath the surface of controlled appearances, something is beginning to shift, quietly and inevitably, as if the next moment is already waiting to happen.