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Y/N Malfoy POV

The scarlet red steam engine pulled into station 9 3/4 as the students returned home after a long year at Hogwarts. Witches and Wizards of all sizes, donning muggle disguises, stood eagerly to see their children and finally take them home for the Christmas Break. The night was bitterly cold with flakes of snow beginning to fall from the sky. Red noses and chapped lips were evidence enough that winter was here.

The train screeched to a halt as I picked up my satchel bearing most of my belongings, I did not leave the train immediately but rather waited until most of the students had deboarded to not get stuck in the crowd. The bright overhead lights had been turned on in the late evening and the windows were blurry with frost from the snow.

Taking my time I slid open the door of my compartment and walked onto the train station. Multiple Christmas trees stood in the corners, decked out with holiday cheer. The light snow has fallen onto the leaves giving them a white glow. Admiring the decorations I looked about for a head of blond hair, to find Draco amongst his peers was a task in itself.

In my haste to find him, I felt myself bump into someone and drop my open bag, all its belongings now scattered about.

"I'm so sorr..." I started while picking up my things but trailed off when my eyes finally travelled upwards to see who it was. Mattheo Riddle. The very bane of my existence. His constant nagging and bullying that I had been subject to for the past few years had led us to become enemies, to say the least. Rolling my eyes I tried to move past him but he gripped my wrist tightly.

"You were saying something?" He said with a smug look on his face.

"Let me go Mattheo"

"Not until you complete your apology" 

"Apologise? To you? Keep dreaming." I said, a scoff leaving my lips. He clicked his tongue in mock concern before continuing our little quip.

"Oh darling, that's not what I dream about- He spoke softly, coming close to my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine - and I think you already know that."

With that he pulled away, a smirk playing on his lips from my reaction. My breath has been caught in my lungs, my expression one of shock. I stood rooted to the spot as he loosened his grip around my wrist. His fingers moved to my palm bringing it to his lips, he left a soft kiss on the knuckles. With that, he left.

Taking a moment to bring myself back to reality I brought back air into my lungs and moved through the barrier separating the magical world from the muggle one. Upon reaching the other side, I was greeted with the familiar face of my parents and Draco. I approached them with a smile on my face. My father had his hand over Draco's shoulder. On the surface, it seemed he was daddy's golden boy, but only a few knew the reality he and I had to endure.

My mom embraced me in a hug, holding onto me for a bit before letting go. After the niceties I moved to link our arms so we could apparate back to the manor, my parents however made no such motion. Confusion overtook me and I looked towards my father who spoke in a hushed voice and said, "The dark lord had chosen our house as refuge this year. We are awaiting the arrival of his son to take him with us."

"His son?" I asked with an expression that could only be described as a mixture of shock and disgust, without missing a beat, Mattheo Riddle walked through the wall, his smug ego overtaking the entire atmosphere. Great. Mattheo Riddle living at my house. That is just great. Note the heavy sarcasm.

Mattheo walked towards us and didn't even bother greeting my parents. He just shoved his trolley towards Draco and walked out of the platform as we all shared glances.

Ready to apparate back, my father gestured for us to link arms. I held hands with my mother. Draco held Mattheo's.

Within seconds it felt like we were being sucked into a dark hole. It was uncomfortable and suffocating but it left as soon as it came, leaving us to stand on the highly manicured lawns of Malfoy Manor. The huge house was directly in view. We moved along the driveway with our right arms raised in a kind of salute, we walked through the dark metal gates as if they were smoke.

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A soft knock made its way to my ears as I lay, my face buried into the pillows on my bed. Telling the person to come in, I picked myself up. My mother's face emerged from behind the door, in her hands she held a striking emerald green evening gown.

"What's that for?" I asked."Get ready and come down, I promise I'll explain everything." She said and left within seconds with a kiss on my cheek.

Confusion overtook me but I followed her instructions nevertheless. The gown was extremely simple yet bespoke with elegance. A small round pendant hung around my neck as I pulled up my hair into a bun that sat on the nape of my neck, removing a few strands to hang low in front of my face.

Leaving my room I pulled open the great wooden doors to the dining hall downstairs. My eyes were met with a complex scene. On one side sat my parents, on the other Mattheo and at the very head of the table a man with a snakelike appearance, one I could only assume to be the dark lord.

"Ah, Y/n. Take a seat." He spoke to me, moving his arm towards a vacant seat next to my mother. I obeyed with a small nod, though my eyebrows were knitted together in confusion.

"Y/N, Your mother and I have decided that it's time you were to get married. The lord had been kind enough to accept our proposal for his son." My father said, breaking the heavy silence.

"What!?" I heard myself scream and stand up. I looked at Mattheo with widened eyes and he looked as furious as I was. He rose from his seat as well and spoke, "I'm not getting married to her."

"Neither am I," I said and turned around to leave. My mother grabbed my wrist swiftly to prevent my departure as the dark lord screamed, "Enough!"

We both stopped arguing and sat down. "You both will be getting married this Christmas to continue our pureblood line. This is NOT up for debate."

I refused to believe what I was hearing and so I turned to look at my mother who didn't even spare a glance in my direction, her grip firm on my arm. A lump grew in my throat at her behaviour.

This couldn't be true. It had to be a joke, right?

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Hello loves!

I hope you liked this chapter. I've been wanting to write again and now I finally am! Also, don't worry I've changed their ages so they are both 19 but still about to end 6th year so their marriage can be legal but they're still in year 6. I'll try to update soon!

Love,P

Word Count: 1252EDITED: 29/11/22