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Malfoys weren't supposed to fall in love.

His father had told him that. "Love is a weakness. Do not let it slow you down." The words beat against his skull painfully as the voice recited them. Lucius would kill him if he knew that his son had fallen in love.

Draco had always had his doubts about his father. The man seemed to despise any form of love between two people. But when he didn't think anyone was looking, he'd whisper sweet nothings into his wife's ear or kiss her when he thought his son was away in bed.

Not anymore. Lucius was in prison now, and Draco knew the man deserved it.

Draco was meant to do as his father had done. To marry a pureblood, to produce a male heir, and to become a Death Eater. He could do all but one of those things.

The Dark Lord was rising, and war was breaking out among the country. Draco knew what they thought of him. "What's this? A Death Eater in training forgetting one of his precious dark spells?"

He could've murdered Weasley for that.

But she'd been there to calm him. To make sure he knew that despite that the fools of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw thought, he wasn't a Death Eater. He wasn't going to be one. He'd promised her he wouldn't.

It was all her fault that he wasn't going to do as his father expected him to. She'd begged him not to. She'd gotten in the way. She was happy. Slytherins weren't supposed to be happy. They were supposed to be dark and cold and cunning. She was cunning, witty, smart, beautiful, but happy.

He didn't know he'd fallen in love with her. They'd been betrothed at birth. But instead of the usual way betrothed couples had gone on, they had come together in fourth year. It had never been official that the two were dating or together or whatnot, but everybody knew.

Yes, quite a few males in Slytherin had their eye on her from time to time, but knew they had no chance. She was Draco's. And a fair few females had their eyes on Draco throughout the years, but they knew he belonged to her.

He had told himself he wouldn't fall in love. But then she'd come along, positive and willing to do anything he wanted of her.

They had been born days apart. They had grown up together, gone to the Yule Ball together, taunted and tormented Potter together, and enjoyed one another's company.

And somehow, in the middle of it all, he'd fallen for her. And fallen hard.

Malfoys weren't supposed to fall in love.