Draco/Astoria/Daphne (marriage contracts)
The contact had been drawn up before they’d even existed, the lines for their first names left blank beside the irremovable black of their last.
A Malfoy would marry a Greengrass. The people behind the names were immaterial.
It was unfortunate, then, that Draco was born an only child. But it was fortunate, however, that the Greengrasses were not.
It was the proper thing to do, they thought, to see which one suited him better; who he’d fit like a glove.
He’d resisted the contract until their invitation was issued, after which he arrived on the weekend, bearing twin bouquets and his signature smirk.
“Daph,” he greeted, grey eyes skimming down her form with a calculating assessment, as if he would be the one to choose.
“Draco,” she returned, voice polite. “Do come in.”
His brow lifted with the edge of his mouth. “Mm. I’m sure I shall.”
She tsked but led him upstairs to a guest room where Astoria was waiting.
“Hello Draco,” she murmured, and began unbuttoning the front of her dress.
“Little sister seems eager,” Draco drawled, watching as Astoria stood to let the garment fall.
“Little sister,” Daphne purred, matching his lazy tone, “is going to try you first. Do try to last until I can have my turn, won’t you?”
He glared at her but she didn’t have the patience to soothe his mind as well as his cock, so slid her hands up his chest and began to work his shirt open. His eyes went wide but he hid his surprise behind a knowing chuckle, helping her undress him.
Astoria tugged him down to the bed, inspecting his cock with an appraising eye before spitting and sliding him home. He bore it valiantly, and Daphne after, but she could see his struggle as she found her release. She rolled off him, his cock sticky and solid as it thwacked against his abdomen, pent-up.
“Wait—” he panted. “Fuck, come back.”
“No, Draco,” Daphne demurred, rising. “No mixing of the bloodlines until marriage, you know the rules.”
“But you can’t—” He cut himself off with a whine as Daphne knelt to begin dressing him. “You can’t leave me like this.”
Astoria pouted sympathetically, her little hand helping him back into his briefs. “It’s lovely that you’re so eager,” she told him kindly. “But sister is right.”
“But who…” Draco was more flustered than Daphne had ever seen him. “Which one…?”
“I thought you weren’t eager to be married,” Daphne teased him. “But you’ll make a good husband, won’t you?”
Astoria bit her lip. “To one of us, at least.”