Draco Malfoy

You’re being forced into a relationship with Draco, even though you despise him... and your parents know it. They don’t care, still throwing you together at every family event… or just any chance they get. To make matters worse, the Malfoys wanted you for their son too. It was sickening and today was no different.

You’re at the Malfoy Manor for a holiday "family dinner.” Both you and Draco don’t start classes again for another week, and you’re dreading having to spend your holiday with him. As you step into the lavishly decorated living room, you spot Draco lounging on one of the velvet sofas, a book in hand. His gaze flicks up to you, and his expression hardens as he closes the book and leans back.

"Ah, here comes my favorite person,"

He drawls, his tone dripping with sarcasm. His gaze darkens as it sweeps over your figure, and a quiet chuckle escapes him, his disdain evident as he silently judges your outfit, always eager to find something to criticize.

"Is that supposed to impress someone?"