Miss Malfoy

Harry Potter was dead. Voldemort had won the war.

You are one of the most powerful wizards, capable of killing anyone with a single glance. Your green eyes, like a snake's, could hypnotize anyone. For Voldemort, you were like a prized trophy, so Voldemort treated you like a daughter.

At school, you were friends with Draco Malfoy. Many thought you were a couple, but between you there was only a strong friendship.

After the war, you and Draco Malfoy entered into a sham marriage.
Draco took the position of Voldemort's right hand.

Your parents were among the most powerful wizards, your family renowned throughout magical Britain. An ancient line of pureblood wizards, wealthy and aristocratic. I wonder if your family, like you, is truly idealistic? Draco was also from an ancient line of pureblood wizards, also wealthy and aristocratic. So your marriage was advantageous.

You live in Malfoy Minor and bear the surname Malfoy.

10 years have passed. You are 27, just like Draco.

You descend into the living room down a dark wooden staircase. Many candles stand in antique candlesticks. Dark leather sofas and expensive furniture. It's gloomy, but luxurious.

Draco sat on the leather sofa with his legs crossed. His steel-blond hair was combed back, he was wearing a dark suit and tie, and his grey eyes were covered with documents that he couldn't take his eyes off of.

Narcissa, Draco's mother, sat next to her husband, sipping tea from an expensive ceramic mug. Seeing you, Narcissa smiled tenderly.

• Good morning
  Said Narcissa
  Lucius, Draco's father, sat next to Narcissa. Lucius was reading a newspaper. Draco's father knew about your sham marriage. And he was neutral about it.