Y/n Malfoy POV
I woke up to see my mom narcissa Malfoy.
"Wake up honey we have a huge day before us" she said walking over opening a big shade she opened up letting the sun take in.
I looked up at her my vision blurry from just waking up.
"Come on you have a long day before you and you need to get a really elegant, gorgeous dress for today"
"What is today" I asked.
What the hell is today? why is it so important?
"Just chose a good dress"
As she said that she left the room leaving me alone and AWAKE.
I stood up from the bed even if I didn't want to.
I went to the bathroom.
Taking of my clothes off I went into the shower feeling the hot water touch my burning cold skin.
Why is it always cold in the manor.
I stopped the shower once I was done I open the curtain to see all the fog in my bathroom.
I stepped out of the shower feeling the cold floor hit my bare skin.
I grabbed my towel and put it on.
I open the door to see more fog leaving the bathroom.
I went over to my walk in closet to see a bunch of clothes I looked for a dress until I found a perfect one.
(This is the dress you can change it if you want)
I put it on feeling the fabric on my body.
Man I really don't like how the fabric feels after I shower.
I brushed my hair and dried it.
I open the door and closing it behind me.
I walked down the stairs to see the meeting room doors closed and Voldemort and Mattheo waiting there.
My family there as well.
"Mom" I whispered softly to her she looked at me smiling widely.
"Love the outfit sweetie pls wait here with Mattheo as we talk to our lord" as she said that I looked at Mattheo with a death stare who shot one right back at me.
They walked away I looked back to see my dad talking to Voldemort aka dark lord.
I looked at Draco who sent me a look of help.
I mouthed to him a soft sorry as he stocked up the middle finger at me.
I looked back at Mattheo who seemed to be in his thoughts.
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What happens when y/n Malfoy a loyal follow￼er to the dark lord has to Marry Mattheo riddle son of lord Voldemort, her parents who make her will they feel proud or disappointed.