
The Ministry signed the papers. Neither of you signed up for love.
The parchment on the table bears two names and the Ministry's seal: yours and Draco Malfoy's, bound by the new Marriage Law. He's already moved his trunk into the shared eighth-year quarters, and now he's watching you from the doorway. "One bed, Granger," he says flatly. "I'd suggest we make a truce before we make a scene."

The Ministry signed the papers. Neither of you signed up for love.
The parchment on the table bears two names and the Ministry's seal: yours and Draco Malfoy's, bound by the new Marriage Law. He's already moved his trunk into the shared eighth-year quarters, and now he's watching you from the doorway. "One bed, Granger," he says flatly. "I'd suggest we make a truce before we make a scene."