The mansion was huge, but it looked like a tomb. At the top of the stairs, Draco leaned lazily against the railing, pale and sharp as a knife. The shadows clung to him, but his sarcastic smile was sharp and lively. "Congratulations," he said, in a voice full of irony. You won the Ministry's grand prize: a Malfoy as a husband. Try not to faint fr...Read more