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Betrothed [Draco x Reader]

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You were engaged from a young start. Oldest of the [Last Name] family, product of the eldest [Last Name] son and the [Mother's Last Name] daughter. You had a name, blood line, and heritage that demanded respect, and got it. Etiquette and how to be a proper lady and perfect wife was drilled into you at an early age, and your parents were looking for respectable, proper suitors for you from before the time you could walk.

Your mother was second oldest in her family, but was the oldest daughter, and had married your father as soon as she was of age. Her family had raised her strictly and sternly on the same social graces and manners, making her the perfect candidate for your father. Absorbed in finding the ideal man for her daughter, you, you were often neglected. You found she spent more time observing and correcting you than anything else.

Your father also grew up like your mother, but with more teaching in his family's trade and history, and how to take over and run it when the time came. Although your grandfather was strict, the two often went hunting and were very close. His mother, a very doting and affectionate woman, raised him to the best of her ability, often giving soothing emotional comfort and refuge.

While your mother rarely showed any actual interest in you yourself, your father was the opposite. From a young age he wanted to be like his mother in terms of how he would treat his child. When he and his wife knew they were going to have you, he confessed to her his fears of not being a good father that you would need, often being consoled by her, saying that with a heart like his, there would be no way for him to be anything but a perfect father and husband. And he was. He often spent his time in his study, but you would often join him, playing with toys on his carpet or reading with him. He bathed you in much love and affection whenever he got the chance. He called you his little princess, and you certainly felt like one.


When you were no more than eleven, your mother found the perfect suitor for you, and the whole house was overjoyed. You weren't entirely sure of the idea, but knew this day would come regardless. (And having practically been raised for this, how could you not know?) Your father explained to you how perfect your betrothed was, and told you stories of his family and his family's trade and history. Soon, you fell in love with him, this idea of your perfect suitor, and although you had never even seen him, you were content with stories and imaginings.

His name was Draco Malfoy, of the honorable Malfoy family.

When you were old enough, you were enrolled into Hogwarts, and were told you would meet this Draco Malfoy there.

"You'll be able to not only meet him, but get to know him very well before you're married." Your father told you, ruffling your hair. "It's truly a grand school, I'm sure you'll love it immensely as I did."

Today was the day you would not only go to Hogwarts for the first time, but finally meet your betrothed as well.

You were both nervous and elated, a mix of unease and euphoria. You fixed your hair and straightened your skirt, then hastily dried your sweaty hands on said skirt. "We're almost there, Princess. Excited?" Your father asked, the two of you walking through the train station. You could only nod, not trusting your voice enough to speak.

"And here we are," he whispered to you. "The Malfoys, your father-in-law and your future husband." You knew he could never say the word 'fiancee,' and you never asked him to.

You tried, but couldn't bring yourself to look up, too afraid. "Malfoy, it's nice to see you again." Your father greeted the other tall man.

"[Last Name], it's a pleasure." The two exchanged a hand shake, and continued talking.
You finally snuck a peek at your betrothed, and found yourself blushing. You always tried to avoid imagining him, to avoid being disappointed, but he was stunning.

He had beautiful grey eyes that were intently listening and paying attention to the adults. He was fair-skinned and had nearly white, platinum blonde hair that looked soft to the touch. You couldn't help but wonder if it was as soft as it looked, and you grabbed your hand, not trusting yourself not to try to reach over to stroke his hair. No, that would be weird!

After your fathers introduced the two of you, you were left alone to board the train. You nearly swooned when he carried your bag for you.

"Well [Name], when I learned I was to marry you, I wasn't that upset. Your blood is pure and really not bad, and. And you yourself... are rather pretty." He mumbled out the last part, but you still heard him.

"Thank you." Oh gosh now what do you say!? "You're really handsome yourself." You think you just embarrassed yourself.

He coughs out a thank you, and the two of you board the train.

"I'd like the window seat, if you don't mind..." You requested timidly.

"It's fine, go ahead." You nod and sit down. The two of you sit in silence for awhile, a mix of awkwardness and ease. You know you're already rather really fond of him.

"So.." you start, "Do you know what house you want to get into to?"

He nearly scoffs, "Slytherin; and I know I'm going to get in."

"Oh, I'll aim for that too, then."

He nods. Soon some of his friends board, and he introduces you to Crabbe and Goyle.
Soon they're all talking, and you can't help but succumb to darkness as your eyes flutter softly and you fall asleep.


Draco was in the middle of listening to Goyle as he felt something soft on his shoulder, he looks and finds you've fallen asleep. He can't help but feel warm, seeing your serene sleeping face. You look so at ease. He leans back a bit, trying to make it more comfortable for you. After that, they talk only in hushed whispers, trying not to disturb or wake you.


When you wake up, you're being gently nudged awake. You hear his voice, and find there's some hesitance in his voice, trying to wake you. You can sense the tone of reluctance in his voice. "[Name]... [Name] come on... wake up, we're nearly here. ...I've heard the view is beautiful up in a little while. ...I don't think you'd want to miss it... wake up..."

Your eyes flutter open and you blush, "S-sorry for falling asleep on you, h-how long was I out?"

He shrugs, "I don't know. A while though."

You nod and rub your eyes, before you realize you're holding his hand. Oh gosh! That was something couples did... but the two of you were a couple, weren't you??

"Hey, whats wrong?" He asks, and you see a light blush dusting his features.

"Uhm. A-are we a couple now?"

Silence. Oh gosh you shouldn't have asked that!

"If you want. I-I, I wouldn't object if we were..." He mumbles the last part, and you can't help but find that very endearing. "We are going to be married..."

"O-okay..."

You can't help but look at your hand that was intertwined with his. You feel him give a light squeeze and you squeeze back. He starts rubbing circles over your knuckles as he clears his throat.

"...So are we?" You glance at him and see he's looking away, but the tips of his ears are red.

"Y-yeah. We are. We are going to be married..." You feel giddy as you feel him give a light squeeze, and you return it, heart racing. Its a second before he leans over and kisses your cheek, and you feel your heart racing and face burning.

"Y-yeah, you're mine now. Now and forever." He mumbles that entirely, and you do your best not to fall out of your seat. You're really happy he's you're betrothed.
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fanaharmani's avatar
I wish this had a sequel or a series to it! It’s so cute and adorable yet romantic in a way. I love this so much!