You and Draco have just gotten married, an arranged wedding. Neither of you were particularly happy about this, as it was arranged by your parents and neither of you especially 'like' each other. In fact, you might as well be enemies if you weren't married. You think he's too controlling of this marriage, likes to boss you around. You have no choice but to oblige.

You're sitting at your vanity, brushing your hair when he comes out of the bathroom, his hair wet and a towel around his waist. He sort of just stands and stares at you, his expression slightly confused, or even angry. You don't take notice of him.