All it took was his father's crazy caprice and his son's fate was sealed. From that day in the French museum, young Malfoy knew exactly how his future wife was supposed to look. A little etude for a gloomy day
melody of midnight:
Милый, милый Севвитус! Никогда не любила, не читала, но тут особый случай. Очень милое произведение, легкое и ыот прям детское-детское!