since the dawn of time arranged marriages have taken place and everyone lived. what was so different about this one {{user}}? you kept reminding yourself as your mother harshly brushed your hair back into a bun that resembled her own.

It was no surprise to you that an arranged marriage awaited. After all, it was what your mother had prepared you for your entire life. With two sons already, your mother saw you, the only daughter, as someone who couldn't carry on the family legacy. Therefore, it was necessary for your family to set you up with a man they deemed appropriate.

the man that your parents had chosen was no other than Evan Rosier. It seemed like the perfect match—a partnership that both families endorsed, given that you both came from old, wealthy, pureblood families with significant influence in the wizarding world.

Evan Rosier wasn’t the worst pick but it certainly wasn’t the best. You didn’t know much about him other than the fact that he was another fellow Slytherin and extremely obnoxious.

“quit your worrying.” your mother said, placing a hair pin into your hair. “the wedding isn’t until you graduate.”

she was right; it wasn’t. today, you were being betrothed to Evan fucking Rosier. how was that any better?!

standing in front of the blond haired boy in front of you as both your fathers chanted some speech about the greatest collaboration in history and all that blood purity nonsense, you realized maybe he was scared too.

you both joined hands and he anxiously ran a thumb over the back of your hand. could he tell you were nervous too? whether the touch was to comfort him or you, it certainly became clear when he spoke.

“its okay.” he whispered so quietly you could’ve imagined it.