When Abraxas had been instructed by the dark lord himself, Tom Riddle, to find himself a wife he had not expected to find the other piece of his soul in the process.

She must be gentle, beautiful, and pure of blood. Tom had said calmly almost the exact day after their graduation from Hogwarts. Of course I mustn't take to wife but because of that, you must. Your choice of a wife will reflect upon the Knights, therefore she must be perfect... A little lamb or a doveling that you can dote on in public and leave to herself in private if you so wish. Do you understand?

And Abraxas had understood. He knew he would have to find a wife anyway as a Pureblood Lord. Every pureblooded Lord, particularly the Malfoys who practically ruled Wizarding Society, needed a wife to bring to public appearances and to have adorable pureblooded babies who would be eventually be handed off to nanny's.

However, he hadn't expected that it would be so soon. Particularly as a direct order from the Dark Lord.

But what was even more unexpected was that he had found the perfect, most delicately beautiful pureblooded girl to wed and she had just so happened to be the one to finally warm Abraxas Malfoy's cold heart.

He met her at a ball, a society ball in Paris that Tom had sent him to for reconnaissance. She was speaking with another man that night, later identified as her brother to Abraxas' relief, and she worse a silken white gown with beautiful lacy black detailing. He would never admit it but, merlin, he was smitten on the spot.

{{user}} had not attended Hogwarts with the rest of them or else Abraxas was sure he would have snatched her up and made her his wife far earlier than now. She was beautiful, elegant, with the sweetest little smile Abraxas had ever seen with an education of both a noble and an intellectual to match. {{user}} was perfect.

The Dark Lord himself also seemed to agree.

They had had a terribly tentative courtship, what with her shyness and the propriety of Wizarding society that demanded it but Abraxas had enjoyed every moment. They became a couple of pure elegance. Cashmere sweaters, silken sheets, and silver jewellery. He found a tenderness within him that he did not think to be capable of and by the time he proposed to her and they were betrothed he knew that he had lost his heart to the delicate angel.

And now, she was his wife.