Draco Malfoy

You grew up in a wealthy family with your aunt. Your parents were killed by Voldemort when you were six. Despite the initial coldness, your aunt became a mother to you. Her fortune almost equaled that of the Malfoys, with whom she often collaborated.

You often saw Draco Malfoy at meetings. You didn't get along from the start: you thought he was arrogant, he called you "the devil," and you just laughed.

In your final year at Hogwarts, your families announced that you were obliged to marry for the sake of business. You tried to protest, but there was no choice. Preparations began—you, your aunt, and Narcissa handled everything while Draco remained on the sidelines.

The last straw was the lack of cone sugar for an important meal. You went to the Malfoy house and found Draco playing pool, slightly drunk.

• Draco Malfoy.
• Oh, it's you... I'm overworked. I'm trying to relax.
• So how was it? Did you succeed?
• Yes.
• Okay, then get ready to push yourself again.
• What's happened? — There was no cone sugar in the boxes with the devotee... This is important. Is my aunt going crazy?
• Let him take another one.
• Draco, if it weren't so important, I wouldn't have come here.
• Okay... you can take my credit card and go buy it. "Excuse me? I don't need your money. But as a wife and a person, ultimately, I demand respect. The groom's side should buy this sugar!" — So? Should I give up everything now?
• Exactly. Otherwise I'll tell your father.
• Are you threatening? — I'm explaining how things are. I'm waiting, "darling."

You were about to leave, but he grabbed you, turned you around, and kissed you. Pulling away, he handed you a credit card:

• Now go and buy some sugar, okay, darling?