[HP] Marriage relationship

malfoy manor

"mom!"

In the reception room on the first floor of the Malfoy mansion, the handsome young man frowned, brushing his platinum-blond hair with bony fingers over and over again, his slender and powerful limbs tightly wrapped in a white shirt and black trousers, he was just Sitting there, the nobleness of the whole body naturally made him the focus.

The blond lady smiled, and her well-maintained fingers were dyed with bright red Kodan. She took an envelope with gorgeous gold patterns from the tray behind her, gently placed it in front of Draco, and said softly: "Honey, this It's his profile."

"..." Draco pursed his lips tightly, his gray-blue eyes fixed on his mother's hand holding the envelope, and the expensive gemstone ring shone softly under the light.

Narcissa lowered her eyes, tried her best not to look into her son's eyes, and said: "The Casdeils are the most prestigious nobles in the French wizarding world in recent years, with pure blood and many descendants. Their current patriarch is the Honorable Beauxbatons." headmaster……"

"I know everything, Mom." Draco suddenly interrupted Narcissa's words. He opened the envelope in silence, took out the parchment inside, looked at it, and then rudely stuffed it back.

Narcissa didn't mind Draco's faux pas, she was still sitting on the sofa with a smile, dignified and elegant.

"I never thought it would be so early, and with a boy from a foreign country, it's just..." Draco paused, and added, "It's just a nightmare."

"If you think about it, young people in France are very enthusiastic and good-looking," Narcissa shrugged, and said, "Lucius listed several names in it, as long as they are pure blood of the Castel family."

"But I don't have a choice, do I?" Draco took a deep breath, and seemed to have calmed down. He leaned on the sofa with a tired face, and poured himself a cup of black tea.

"He is the only descendant of the Castei family who inherited that bloodline, very pure." Narcissa said, affirming Draco's words.

"I can't think of anyone whose bloodline is more noble and pure than ours." Draco resumed his usual slow tone, with an extremely haughty expression.

Narcissa still had a smile on her face, with the same arrogance as Draco, "It's true, but you are different, he is a wizard of special blood, and you are a wizard of pure blood. Don't worry, the person Mom picked for you Not bad, he is a very capable young man, but I am just persuading you, you can choose for yourself what the final result will be."

"Myself?" Draco raised his eyebrows and smiled, "It doesn't matter, it's all for Malfoy."

The family has given me supreme glory and a rich life. When she needs me, I will never run away, and everything is for Malfoy.

This is the first sentence every member of the Malfoy family learns, and it is engraved in their hearts before they understand everything.

"Draco, your choice will never be beyond Lucius' expectations. To be honest, I was a little worried before that." Narcissa smiled, put down the silver spoon and stood up.

Draco also stood up. He walked to the other side of Narcissa and held her arm. This proud young man was always very gentle in front of his mother. The smile on the corner of his mouth turned into Narcissa's heart. Hughes relied on him like that, "I won't make things difficult for you. In fact, I've been mentally prepared for a long time. Now I'm just a little worried." The blond boy lowered his head meekly, looking at his mother, "I'm thinking , what if we don't like each other?"

Narcissa had already stepped up a flight of stairs, and she stood there, stopping Draco from coming up so that she would be level with Draco.

In the first grade, Draco, who just entered school, was short and small, with baby fat on his rosy face, even though he always raised his head proudly, it didn't look very intimidating, and Narcissa was worried for a while. Draco's height problem, after all, she and Lucius are not short, and Lucius is taller and has long legs, so he needs to look down on the existence of others.

Fortunately, it was as if Draco took a height-enhancing potion overnight, and he jumped up like a jerk. The rosiness on his face disappeared, and his pale and thin face became more and more like his father, and his handsome outline gradually With the shadow of an adult.

He understands more and more, behaves elegantly, speaks well, and is completely qualified as the heir of the family. As Narcissa becomes more and more proud, she can't help but feel sad. The little boy who would hug her thigh softly and act coquettishly is finally grown up.

He no longer thinks about whether there will be a small dessert with honey today, no longer pesters his elders to show him a simple little magic spell, and no longer entangles whether to go to the tea party with his mother or to inspect the property with his father.

He was simply, thinking about the other half of his life.

"This has nothing to do with marriage." Narcissa smiled, and rested her fingers on the handrail of the stairs casually. "Did you think that Lucius and I had a good impression at the beginning?"

"At least... a little bit?" Draco was a little confused, his parents have always been a model of love among aristocratic couples. Although Lucius's thoughts are changeable, he is always very good to Narcissa. Thought they were in love with each other.

Narcissa's expression looked very regretful, with a bit of girlish naughtiness, "Of course... no, I didn't even talk to him before the engagement, I like gentle and kind boys, your father Obviously not."

"But that's just a girl's naive fantasy. As a girl from the Black family, I have understood since I was a child that I may not be able to have the love of free pursuit in my life. From many years ago until now, this circle has always been like this."

"My own sister, many years ago, she fell in love with a lowly Muggle, and she would rather betray the family for him. The Black family has no shortage of descendants who challenge authority. Madness is engraved in our bones, but until now, I have never I have never envied her, I have everything that other people dream of for a lifetime, I used to be the noble daughter of the Black family, and now I am the wife of the Malfoy family, I will live a life of luxury that no one else can imagine."

"That's all we have to do, Draco."

***

Summer in France is always extremely hot, and the sound of the wheels running over the leaves becomes dull.

Draco was wearing a well-tailored black suit, which made his waist look slim and his legs were long. His platinum-blond hair was meticulous, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his gray-blue eyes were as clear as the sky, and his light-gold eyelashes were long and curly. Looking out of the car window, only the profile of the exposed face is deep.

"Honey, what are you looking at?" Narcissa was sitting opposite Draco, she was wearing a solemn evening gown, and the light blue mermaid skirt was spread out in layers, making her more elegant.

"We must take this mother?" Draco curled his lips in disgust. He was talking about their means of transportation, a very traditional carriage. Even though the interior decoration was gorgeous and noble, the space was expanded by the magic circle. There are very few bumps, and that doesn't hide the fact that this is a wagon.

In the UK, the way wizards attend banquets is very simple. Friends who are close to each other usually pass through the fireplace. The invitation received by others is a simple door key. automatically destroyed.

Obviously not in France.

"Probably... We are distinguished guests? Because the French wizard's manor is different from ours, and there is no independent space." Narcissa opened her fan to block the corners of her mouth, revealing only smiling eyes.

Draco curled his lips, and when he saw a looming giant in his sight, he finally sat up straight, straightened the cuff buttons of the opal, and looked at Narcissa questioningly, "Do I still look decent? "

Narcissa stretched out her hand to straighten Draco's tie, unsatisfiedly took it apart and re-tied it again, patted the ironed suit a few times, looked at her son with satisfaction, and replied: "Draco, I My prince, you will definitely fascinate all the young people—” She paused, and still reminded with uneasiness: “But—I mean, at least tonight, you can only choose him, remember? ?”

"Tonight?" Draco tilted his head.

"He has quite a few brothers and sisters, and there are quite a few who are targeting you - don't doubt your own charm my son, but he is the most suitable one, the perfect bloodline he inherited is enough for Malfoy to remain a British nobleman for the next three generations The leading position in the world, what I need is foolproof, any details, Draco, can you make sure?"

"Of course." Draco nodded indifferently, and when he lowered his head, a trace of boredom flashed quickly in his eyes, "it's just a boy."

"It's the future Mrs. Malfoy, Draco, and you're getting engaged in a week," Narcissa said.

Draco pouted, not feeling very fond of his future fiancé.

The carriage finally stopped, the driver opened the door, and the butler in a tuxedo with gray hair stood aside, bowing respectfully.

Draco got out of the car, turned around to support Narcissa, and nodded to the old housekeeper with a smile, his gray-blue eyes were clear, perfectly covering up his emotions.

There is no one who has not fantasized about his future partner when he was a child. Draco has always hoped that it may be a petite lady with elegant manners, or a lively and bright girl. No matter who it is, he always wants to be the one he loves deeply. A person is a person who is willing to grow old.

Living among all kinds of aristocrats since he was a child, and seeing many seemingly incompatible, cold and alienated marriages, Draco yearns for a future where the two are happy.

But now, everything is gone, and in one week, he will enter into a marriage contract with a boy he has never met, and accept that person to appear in the rest of his life.

He also embarked on this old road, which has no end.

It was too silly for such an idea to appear in Malfoy's head, so he had long since given up fantasizing, but he never thought that this day would come so soon, and he was only in the fourth grade.

What's ridiculous is that he has never met the person who is about to make a marriage contract with him, nor does he know anything about it.

The author has something to say:

The hero of the new article is still Draco, well, I love Draco deeply