"Oi Y/L/N, is it true you're marrying the ferret?" a ginger head of hair popped up next to you as you kept your head held high walking to class.
As it turned out, the Hogwarts rumour mill was rather dry, so the news of you being engaged to Malfoy had spread like wildfire. You had tried your hardest to ignore the stares and the whispers that followed you through the halls, especially from the Gryffindors. Slytherins and purebloods were ever so slightly more understanding, earning you looks of pity rather than ones of disgust. You weren't sure which was worse.
"I don't see how that's any of your business Weasley." You didn't even look at the boy before answering.
You weren't on bad terms with Weasley and Potter. Not in the way Malfoy was anyway. Regardless of how much you tolerated them, you weren't in the mood to be interrogated. Besides, Ron always came off as a bit of a self centred boy in your opinion.
"People are judging you anyway, you might as well tell the truth," he scoffed and stopped walking. You kept walking, keeping your eyes ahead.
Mother had always said you were good at handling people. You'd figured out later you were just good at presenting the version of you people wanted to see. Your parents wanted a soft spoken little princess. Your teachers preferred an attentive listener who asked in depth questions. Pansy and Theo liked it better when you were loud and confident. All of these people saw different sides of you and the only person who really ever listened was your best friend Daphne.
She was the one holding your hand walking down the hall now. Quick to shoot a venomous glare at anyone who dared to look your way with a haughty attitude. She had been there to wipe away your tears when you had tried again and again to figure out a way out of this contract.
The contract you currently had clutched in your hand as you made your way to the library. As promised your father had drawn up a copy of the contract for you to hold onto. To read over and over again until the lines all blurred together. As you flattened the contract against the library table you wondered if you were fooling yourself, hoping for a way out.
"So, I got permission from professor Snape to use the restricted section. I'm definitely on his watch list now though," Daphne murmured from the cushy seat beside you, "he probably thinks Theo wants to do something illegal again," she snorted.
It wasn't unusual to find a Slytherin in the restricted section. While Ravenclaws might be the more studious ones, Slytherins were set on knowing as much as they could about the important things in life. Hence why every pureblood you knew had been learning dark magic, and it's counter curses since their first year at Hogwarts. Some things would never be taught in classes but if you were clever, you'd find a way.
Theo however, had been banned from the restricted section for life by every teacher around. In fifth year they caught him trying to curse one of the school toilets to bite people and accidentally flooded an entire bathroom on the third floor. Needless to say, he was kept under a watchful eye.
"Have you talked to Draco yet? About all of this I mean?" Daphne whispered as she added a few books to the growing pile on your table.
"No, he's been avoiding me," you hadn't exactly been hunting him down but it was the truth. Anytime you'd be in the vicinity, he'd suddenly find himself extremely busy or he'd disappear into the crowd. "I don't blame him. He's not exactly pleased about this either."
"Y/N…" Daphne hesitated before asking what was on her mind, and everyone else's for that matter, "did he really take the mark? Blaise wouldn't tell me."
You fiddled with the edge of your sleeve. It wasn't your place to tell her these things but she was your best friend. Your parents had of course let you know that your darling husband to be was now in fact, a death eater. You nodded ever so slightly and met Daphne's eyes. They were round with concern and a hint of fear was etched onto her delicate features. She chewed on her lip for a moment and pulled the contract over to her.
"Well, lets figure this out then shall we." it was an unspoken rule between the two of you. Never admit how afraid you were of your families. Never let them hear your hesitation when they asked about your allegiances. Only the two of you knew, you were too kind hearted, too soft, too disgusted to ever really be on their side. It was what bonded you together.
It was the first Hogsmeade weekend by the time you got to speak to Draco. Well, that's when you gathered your confidence anyway. You approached him outside the three broomsticks, the two boys flanking him spotted you before he did.
"Hi Blaise, Theo!" You smiled widely at the two boys who grinned in return, "Malfoy, a word please." your smile was tight as he turned to face you.
"Keep the missus happy Draco," Theo hollered after you. To your relief, Blaise smacked him in the forehead and dragged him into the pub.
"What do you want? I have things to do." He crossed his arms and looked over your shoulder, cold air escaping from his parted lips. It looked like smoke billowing out of a dragons mouth. He was aptly named.
"Daphne and I still haven't been able to find a single crack in this contract," you huffed as he still refused to meet your gaze and instead fiddled with his gloves, "I need your help." you bit the inside of your cheek.
"Look who's suddenly involving me in this," his cocky smirk popped back onto his lips easily, "we don't have a copy of the contract and I'm not stealing from my father." he deadpanned.
"I have a copy." you didn't meet his eyes and shuffled your feet.
"Of course you do." his tone was clipped, pissed off, you could tell. "So much for sharing that with me. Whatever, fine, give me the contract and I'll take a crack at it."
"I can't just give you the contract Malfoy I need it too," you mentally cursed him, talking to him always felt like trying to eat soup with a fork. Very difficult and you don't get much out of it.
"Yeah alright, then meet me in the common room tomorrow at noon and we'll look at it together." his icy eyes met yours and seemed to stare right into your mind, maybe they could, you were sure he knew legilimency. "Anything else or am I free?"
"Yeah, you're free," you blinked at him, "I'll see you tomorrow," you nodded and swallowed the lump in your throat before turning on your heel and stalking back towards the castle. Bloody Malfoy.
"No I'm telling you, clause 19 counteracts that. I have to take your name." You paced in front of the black couch Draco currently occupied.
In his hands he held your copy of the contract. After every few lines of reading he'd throw out a spell, potion or non-magical suggestion to a clause. You would then be forced to point out why these things wouldn't work, as if you hadn't already considered every option.
When he'd suggested polyjuice potion you'd laughed. Living separately? You'd immediately pointed a few lines down where it stated you'd take over the left wing of Malfoy Mansion. Simply having an open marriage? The scandal would be horrible, so of course your father had added a clause for that.
"I'm telling you Malfoy you need to get more creative." You shot a tight lipped smile his way as he pushed his glasses farther up his nose. You hadn't actually been aware that he needed glasses. They made him look less uptight, or maybe it was the fact that his hair wasn't slicked back with gel.
"Yeah, I'm trying here Y/L/N," he ran a hand through his hair again. "You running a hole in the floor isn't exactly helping." he added without looking up.
For the past half and hour you'd been alternating between pacing back and forth and perching on the sofa opposite of Malfoy. Something about the intensity in his gaze while he scanned his way down the parchment made everything feel all the more real.
In fact the next few Sunday's, leading you all the way into the holiday season, you and Malfoy could be found spitballing ideas back and forth in the common room. It was the most you'd spoken to each other in years and it was strangely tolerable. He still made you want to throw a book at him every twenty minutes but at least that was an upgrade from every five minutes.
"I don't know if there's a way out of this," Draco finally spoke after a prolonged silence. It was the week before Christmas break and while you refused to give up hope, he'd seen through the contract weeks ago and knew you were just holding on for your sanity.
"No, there has to be," You chewed your lip anxiously, "I mean, maybe he left something out?"
"Our fathers are death eaters what do you expect Y/N," his voice was cool and smooth, almost like a piece of glass, "they're not stupid."
"My father isn't a death eater." You stopped pacing and faced the blond.
"When's the last time you've seen him wear short sleeves? The last time you checked his forearm?" His eyes were calculating as they gauged your reaction.
"I-" you paused and thought hard, "last summer." Your jaw tightened and you felt tears well up in your eyes. It shouldn't have surprised you this much. You'd thought maybe it was just a feeble following, something your parents could come back from.
"Hey, I didn't mean-" He started awkwardly before you cut him off.
"Keep it." Your voice wobbled, "keep the contract, I don't care. I'll see you over Christmas."
xx J
