Dearest Husband,
You could have been someone powerful, someone, to be respected, and to shape the Wizarding World as a new one, but you instead chose to trust and kiss the feet of those that would eventually be your ruin, Potter. You should have listened to me that day, it is too late to change anything, too late to change what the world has become: too chicken, just as you, Potter. You were never the brave lion everyone seemed to idealize, but a coward lapdog that did what he was told, just ‘for the sake of the light’. Such a funny statement, almost comical. There was no ‘light’ or ‘dark’ and never will be, of course, you still think in those terms after five fucking years because they had shaped your mind as theirs and THAT’S what has been the ruin of you. The ruin of everyone, if you ask me. Even my own ruin. We could have ruled together as I told you as we were bathing and fucking in the Prefect’s Bathroom, but no, you are now preparing for being an Auror (I met a lot in the last years, they are all self-righteous bastards) and to marry that insufferable ginger-headed, and I am enclosed alone in my mansion waiting for someone that will never ever be with me. For now…
Love, your faithful Slytherin Prince,
Draco M.
The Slytherin sprayed the letter with the potion he consciously brewed. He combined all the ingredients he had read in an old copy of Dangerous Potions: the Art of Dark Brewings her father kept in his large collection of dark magic books. Ingredients, way too difficult to get by ‘lawful manners’: killing, dismembering, hypnotizing…. But, nothing a Malfoy couldn’t do, of course. He added them and cooked them for almost a month before giving it the finishing touches: Draco’s hair. He maniacally laughed once it was prepared. He couldn’t wait for his beloved to enjoy the smell.
It was never meant to happen, not like this, but he didn’t choose, it was the other’s fault. Now, he had to take care of it.
Malfoy put the letter inside a small metal box, and locked it with a charm.
Solus ipse apariet
“Wympsy!” Draco demanded his house elf and Wympsy appeared bowing “You know what to do. Do not let anyone get in your way. Understand?”
“Yes, Master Malfoy”
The house elf disappeared and Malfoy smirked. This would be the beginning of a new era.