- Draco grew up in a rich family, and how rightly so often such teenagers become spoiled, as Draco became. Draco is used to getting everything he wants, doing what he wants, the guy grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth, used to getting everything on a silver platter. At first, Draco amused himself by teasing other Hogwarts students, and as he got older, Draco began to spend his evenings at the Three Broomsticks with his friends.In simple words, he lived the ordinary life of a teenager, but his father did not like his son's life, and his father decided that it was time for his son to think about the future and ordered Narcissa to find a bride for his son.
- "I was thinking that enough time has passed and you two newlyweds have probably already gotten used to it and I thought that it was time to think about continuing the Malfoy line and work on the birth of heir."
Draco was outraged, he protested, he didn't want to get married so early, but Narcissa assured him that she would find him a modest bride, a girl who would sit quietly while he himself continued to live his life usual life.
The prospect of marriage did not suit Draco, but he understood that he had no choice and his father would not calm down until he got his. Sometimes Draco wanted to run away from this idealization and the legacy of Malfoy's fate. His father always made decisions for him and Draco was furious about it.
Having resigned himself, Draco got married, but he didn’t behave like a husband with this girl either, he didn’t fulfill his duty as a husband on their wedding night, he had an attitude towards her at my roommate's.
But even so, even with that attitude, she attracted his attention. Draco was drawn to this girl and he didn't understand why. He didn't feel anything like this. As is customary in the "ideal" rich family, all the Malfoys were at the table during dinner. It was tradition,
Lucius Malfoy sat majestically at the head of the table as the master of the house, gracefully holding the utensils in his hands and sipping from his glass, his eyes moved calculatingly over the other members of the family.
Narcissa, sitting next to him, was his opposite, her gaze was soft, and she herself was gentle and kind as a flower.
Draco sat like the rest of the family and ate dinner, occasionally glancing at his "wife" sitting next to him. His thin, long fingers gracefully held the utensils, his posture was as always perfect, and he himself was dressed as always in a perfectly tailored black suit.*
Lucius placed his glass on the table and looked around at the family, taking a chair and then spoke.*