Hey all..i know, I know, Ive ditched two stories already, im probably not the best fanfic writer at the moment (major cringe) but I promise I wont ditch this one. I actually have a plot for this one! Yay! So….read on…. And review pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Chapter 1
Arranged marriages were fairly normal in pureblood society. Usually, when you're told that your going to marry someone when you're ten years old, the idea sort of sticks.
Atleast that was the case with Shanara Montgomery. She had been engaged to Draco Malfoy for as long as she could remember. And in a way, they had been quite content with it. Unlike some other couples, they had embraced the idea and really did have a relationship. Shanara could only thank whatever gods who watched over herfor beingaffianced to a man that she did love.
Draco was everything she wanted. And for as long as she could remember, he had been her best friend and confidante, she had hardly needed anyone else. Other than her three other friends (Draco's closest friends as well), Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini, she didn't really associate with anyone else in Slytherin. She had a scattering of friends in other houses. There was Luna, Terry and Padma in Ravenclaw , Eloise and Justin in Hufflepuff and from Gryffindor she was friends with Neville Longbottom and Seamus Finnegan as well as Ginny Weasley. Draco had always teased her about her strange choice in friends. Instead of picking the most popular or best looking, she had picked people she genuinely felt a connection with, no matter what their ancestry or their political alliances. Perhaps her funniest connection had been with Seamus. For some reason they had started out hating eachother but as abruptly as it started, Seamus Finnegan became her best friend almost overnight. Other than Draco of course, Draco was pretty much her world.
However, lately, Draco had been behaving fairly strangely. Instead of coming to sit with her by the fire as was his usual routine, for the past few weeks he had been avoiding her and spending more and more time away from the common room, and from the room they shared. It had started out as Draco's room, a privilege for being a prefect but he had asked her to move in with him and she had. She hadn't even thought twice about it. She loved him, it felt natural to wake up every morning with him and to have small rituals like tying his tie for him or watching him try (unsuccessfully) every morning to finish his homework and waiting up to kiss him good night. Rituals that of late Draco had seemed to have forgotten. She only saw him at night when he wandered in, quiet and thoughtful. Some nights he would make love to her passionately and then when he thought she was asleep, sit at the window for hours on end just thinking, some nights he would just clutch her and bury his head in her hair and sleep and some nights he would sleep on the far end of the bed as if trying to keep as much space between them as possible. She said nothing, she loved him in all his moods. They had a lifetime to figure things out.
Or so she thought…..
