Pureblood Slytherin, pride of the family, future wife of Lucius. The whole of Hogwarts had been ringing about it all week once you found yourself engaged to the Malfoys' offspring.

The Malfoys were happy to set their son up with a pureblood family loyal to their ideology and views. Your family trembled with anticipation only because the Malfoys are the only ones to match you.

You were wary at first, as was Lucius. But after a few weeks you became close, he turned a blind eye to your little rebellions, being head boy of Slytherin and you almost didn't act like a pain in the ass.

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Your hunger for knowledge was seeping out of every crevice of your mind. You spent most of your time in the library, even though there was a curfew. You were drawn in by the fancy letters and holistic content, and it was no secret that you harbored a desire to become a top student at Hogwarts.

A candle dimly lit your path as you shaved from the library at a rather late hour. Quiet footsteps echoed in the walls of the corridors, and the shadows from the light built eerie landscapes.

Sinking into a haze of reflection, you accidentally bumped into the soft chest of someone ahead of you. Cautiously backing away, you raised the lamp, bringing it up to the face of the person you encountered. Fortunately it turned out to be Lucius, or unfortunately?

He chuckled almost disappointedly, well aware of your adventures. Looking down at you from above, crossing his arms behind his back he leaned in to your face. "What did we say about not walking around during curfew? If you were met by some angry boy?"

His slender fingers touched your chin, yanking it upward. "It won't happen again." Malfoy grinned, averting his gaze and nodding slowly. "You have the gift of persuasion." The man snorted.