Harry Potter Imagines

Reluctant Bride - Lucius Malfoy

I want to start this off with a quick author's note before I get into the actual imagine, so feel free to skip this if you'd like.

I have recently watched all of the Harry Potter movies again, and a newfound inspiration to write came of it. And so, here I am writing an entirely new book of Harry Potter imagines for you all.

Also, I've been reading Harry Potter Oneshots by everlovingdeer (for the third time—they've also inspired me to continue with this) so if this sounds too similar to any of their oneshots, please let me know so I can fix it :)

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Lucius Malfoy was the most abhorrent man I'd ever come across. And this belief of mine was no secret to him, as I had told him such on many occasions. His only response was always an arrogant smirk and a wink.

Merlin, he's so frustrating!

Therefore, it would only be my luck which would have Hildredge, my owl, drop a letter from my parents notifying me of my betrothal to the infuriating Malfoy heir, ruining a perfectly good breakfast.

With a groan of utter annoyance, I cast an incendo and watched as the letter burned up, reflecting my inner fiery rage.

Already, I had been annoyed by father and mother's relentless matchmaking attempts with the young members of the pureblood elite. It would only be natural for the news of my betrothal to anger me to no end.

Not only had I no say in the matter, I was to marry Lucius Malfoy of all people. It's only a fact that he and his friends were loyal to their father's cruel, dark cause—serving their "Dark Lord," or whatever name they called the bloody fellow, who took pride in reducing the number of muggleborn and half-blood witches and wizards. Clearly, I was no supporter of such a maniac, however my parents and oldest sister were, which lead to my betrothal to the Malfoy heir—our union was to keep the bloodline pure, and it to gain political power for both the Black and Malfoy family.

Narcissa raised an eyebrow toward my action.

"Firstly, what did mother say, and secondly, why did you burn the letter? It is important news, is it not?" Narcissa questioned, most likely internally determining whether she should write to mother about my display or portray the role of aloofness. Her inquiry turned the head of Malfoy himself toward us, only fuelling my fury.

I sighed and closed my eyes. I love Narcissa, but I would have rather watched the world burn than to cater to her curiosity in that moment. I told her as much, gaining a head shake from her.

"It can't possibly be that bad, so stop dramatising and answer my question." Merlin, Narcissa was younger than me and acting as if she were older than me. She was really pushing it at the moment.

I tossed a sideward glance to Malfoy, who had given me his rapt attention, icing the cake with an unreadable expression.

I reluctantly decided whether or not to indulge Narcissa. Perhaps she could offer sympathy, advice, to write to mother, or anything else. At this time, I was desperate for something pleasant to occur.

Malfoy's unchanged expression only added to my unwillingness.

I then entertained the thought of Malfoy may not have known prior to receiving a letter as well, which would explain his—well no, he was born with that annoyingly handsome yet infuriating mug of his. A single letter wouldn't change it.