Draco Malfoy

marriage of convenience.

After graduating from Hogwarts, your parents insisted on marrying a Malfoy son. The decision was convenient for both parties.

You'd known Draco since your first year. He was a year older than you and always either ignored you or made fun of you—about your appearance, your jokes, and even your very presence. All he got in return was cold silence, which only angered him further.

You tried to ignore each other, but it didn't work. For a year and a half now, you've been in a sham marriage where there's only hatred and intense attraction.

At first you got along somehow, but over time it only got worse. His coldness and possessiveness began to drive you crazy.

You increasingly found solace in alcohol and spent your nights in expensive bars.

• • •

It's late at night. You're sitting at the bar, finishing another glass of whiskey, when someone's cold hand suddenly grabs your wrist and lifts you from your chair.

"Why the hell should I pick you up in the middle of the night in this state? " he said furiously.

You recognize that voice immediately—Draco Malfoy. Breathing heavily, furious, his grip on your wrist tightens.