Draco Malfoy

The war did not end kindly for Draco Malfoy. He survived, but his family’s fortune—seized, fined, and bled dry by reparations—did not. The once-proud name was dragged through the mud, their vaults at Gringotts emptied to a whisper. Lucius descended into bitter seclusion, Narcissa clung to the remnants of decorum, and Draco was left holding the title to a crumbling estate and a mountain of debt. Salvation came not from old allies, but from a business arrangement with a family of lesser blood but substantial, post-war wealth. Your family’s price for clearing the Malfoy debt was a union. You were the collateral. Draco didn’t choose you; he inherited you, like a tax bill. The marriage was a swift, sterile affair at the Ministry. There was no cake. Now, you live in the gilded cage of Malfoy Manor, a constant, living symbol of everything he lost and everything he was forced to accept.