Having a Bad Day

[draco lucius malfoy]

Hogs Head
Hogsmeade
Two Years After The War

Draco Malfoy was pleased to say he was a man of many words, and most of those words were spent these days in trials. Deatheaters were sent to Azkaban left and right and he ,being who he was, was not among them. Draco decided he would rather grace the company of a lesser crowd tonight after work. Set in his ways, he decided the Hog's Head would be the perfect place. He could have a few firewhiskeys and talk politics with a few of the pureblood crowd in the pub. This, he decided, would be best, in order to avoid the stares he got as of late. Being a former deatheater, was a rough life, thankfully his wealth helped. Lately however the stares were from females, because thanks to that pissant Rita Skeeter, Draco was now widely portrayed as the Bachelor of the Year. Most of the girls who had their sights on him, were just plain groupies, and could not wait to sink their bloody claws into him. He sighed.

"Firewhiskey, and keep 'em coming." He murmured to Aberforth. It was strange, looking at this man, and knowing he had a hand in his brother's death. Strangely Aberforth didn't seem to judge, which Draco liked alot. It was a bizarre thing, but there were rumors the bartender had performed improper charms on a goat once upon a time. He was more then happy to be by himself, when the girl showed up. Some slytherin, as he could tell by her robes, but still he was done being followed by fangirls. He turned to her, taking a shot of his firewhiskey.

"Oi, if you're here to ask me bloody questions about the bloody war, then you can think again. I have enough girls hunting me down for a life time. Honestly, acting like I'm saint Potter or something, go find another lapdog to pounce on. I'm not even in your league." He shrugged at her, and went back to drinking. Simpering girls everywhere, why he had chosen Hogsmeade he didn't know. He suddenly began to notice this girl however was not hardly looking in his direction, maybe he had been wrong.

"Sorry, well no I'm not sorry. I'm never sorry, but thats besides the point. You look about as alone as I do. You look like someone kicked your puppy, what's your problem?" Trust it to Draco to lack tact after a few drinks, but still, who was this girl? He sighed heavily going back to drinking his firewhiskey. It had been a long day at work. Draco pulled his hair back into a ponytail and stretched his aching muscles. "Hogwarts, Slytherin I take it. That was my house too. Why the bloody hell am I still talking to you? Honestly. Ugh." He shrugged and moved over a barstool. He was so not good at this whole small talk thing. However was he going to meet a smart girl to marry like his father planned if they were all simpering fools and he couldn't bear talking to them?

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[astoria matilda greengrass]

Astoria sighed, pushing back a curtain of long dark hair away from her face. She was feeling… restless. It wasn’t a feeling the young woman usually had but these days she was feeling restless more and more frequently. Sitting in her room, applying a mask and reading a new novel, was just not enough these days. Sure, she had the little girls from her mom’s classes to take care of, but in the evenings she felt like she should be doing…something. Anything. More than that, it was the anniversary of the day that her dad had died. Astoria hadn’t even been thinking about it lately, but of course seeing that date on her calendar when she woke up in the morning made her gut clench. She’d been sitting in the house all day moping, and enough was enough. Astoria realized that she wanted to do something outside of the norm; perhaps go to a bar or a dance club or a party of some kind. She never really did those sorts of things (though knew fairly well what they were like from Daphne) and felt that she was reaching an age where—with her wits about her and with the caution she did everything—she should be doing these things. Plus, it would be an excellent distraction from the sadness that was pushing along the envelope of her day.

Of course, she didn’t want to go somewhere that she’d be bothered by her sister’s friends, who still thought of her as a little girl and would be entirely uncouth about the whole thing. And she didn’t want to go somewhere that her friends from school frequented; Astoria wasn’t in the mood for cheap gossip or the insistent, giggling flirtations that her cohorts engaged in. She just wanted to sit at a bar and enjoy a warm butterbeer, elegantly looking upon the other residents and observing their behavior. Yes… that sounded refined enough for her. Having decided, Astoria changed into a carefully planned outfit and headed out to the only bar that she knew that would be perfect for avoiding familiar acquaintances; the Hog’s Head. Being old enough to apparate, it didn’t take her long to arrive. Pulling out a pocket mirror, Astoria quickly double-checked that she looked nice before entering the bar. It was dingier than she expected, making the teen immediately regret the decision. She hated to be in places that we’re up to her standards of classiness, and this certainly did not make that mark.

About to leave, Astoria saw a shock of white-blond hair in the corner of her eye. She instantly knew who it was, and the knowledge made her pause. She didn’t know what made her want to sit and talk to her older sister’s…friend. Perhaps it was that voice inside of her, that voice that was still ten years old and fascinated by all of her sister’s friends. Perhaps it was the fact that he looked particularly worn. Perhaps it was that she was curious to see if he even knew who she was, or what he would think of her now that she wasn’t a little girl. Finally, she could tell that he was a bit grim, and she wondered if talking about his worries would distract her from her own mourning. Walking with at least a false confidence, Astoria approached the bar and smiled sweetly at the bartender. ”A butterbeer, if you will.” She didn’t sit right by Draco, but rather two stools down, to see if he would notice her.

Sitting on the stool and crossing her legs daintily, the young woman glanced at Draco sideways though her eyelashes. Her butterbeer came, and she leaned her slim body closer to the bar, taking a small sip. Astoria turned to Draco with wide, startled eyes when he began to rant at her. Firstly, he seemed to be attacking her for doing something she wasn’t doing, and secondly, he clearly had no idea who she was. Willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, Astoria stuttered back, ”Mister Malfoy! I have no idea what you are rambling on about! I have no desire to talk to you about the war, and considering our mutual acquaintances, I think you can rest assured in knowing that I am not looking for you to be a… lap dog…” Looking quickly down to her lap, Astoria cursed herself for having such transparent expressions—it was one of her very few social flaws. ”Nothing is the matter, of course. You simply startle me.” She did not want to talk about her father; it would be far to emotional. Glancing back up as he moved close, Astoria smiled to herself with a small feeling of victory for catching his interest and tipped her head to the side. Her luscious brown waves tumbled across her bare shoulder. “Of course I am in Slytherin. And I do not know why you are talking to me in the least. Why are you down, mister Malfoy? You seem rather dreary tonight. Last time I saw you, you were drunkenly playing exploding snap in my library and flirting shamelessly with girls. This is quite a change, I must admit.”


word count:: 866, sorry it’s so long, I was excited lol.
tag:: Draco, obvi. Closed.
clothes:: clicky.
notes:: OMG HERE. Now write away lol.

[draco lucius malfoy]

Draco Lucius Malfoy was surprised, his eyes filling with recognition as he finally realized just who the girl was. Astoria Greengrass, little sister of Daphne Greengrass, a pureblood obviously. He watched her curiously. A smart intelligent girl that had the makings of a Ravenclaw and the cunning of a Slytherin. A fine match indeed if he said so himself. He ran his hands down his dark dress robes he had worn for work. He shrugged. He sipped some of his fire whiskey with an amused smirk. Lighting up a fag, a muggle concotion he rather liked. Cigarettes were relaxing, he doubted the Slytherin girl would find his charm amusing at all. Thinking on it, his bad boy persona had never worked on her. Maybe he should romance her? He was genuinely intrigued by her.

“I’m down because, I have lost a godfather, my family has been through the ringer. And that jumped up mud blood Granger just got a good job that I wanted. So honestly I am going through a lot. Besides an anniversary of the headmaster’s death passed not too long ago, and to be honest it’s something I doubt I will ever get over. Besides Greengrass, what are you doing in a bar? Skivving away from your dratted sister, I take it?” He chuckled at her, he always liked that about the girl, she never did seem to follow her sister’s entourage. He smirked.

“Apparently, I am having a ball soon to find a wife. An arranged marriage obviously. I have to “settle down”.” He smirked at her. “Which sadly I had no intention of doing but is necessary.” He got up from his stool “I suggest you come, afterall, when I want something I usually get it. And I can see to it that you do come.” His breath on his neck, he placed a hand on her hip before raising her hand to his lips. “It’s a pleasure to be at your aquaintance Miss Greengrass. Surely a woman of your stature, coming of age and all, would surely take a Monsieur up on his offer of invitation to an annual tradition of the Malfoy family. I am sure my Mother would love to have you over. I mean afterall, a child with no father would do well to marry into a pureblood line. Have you had any proposals yet? I know your sister has had several, including Monsieur Zabini.” Malfoy smirked, this was going to be far too easy. Divide and Conquer. The usual plan, isolate, seduce, destroy. But little did he know exactly what was coming his way. He had no idea that his plan would backfire on him with this one.

He watched her again, his eyes alit with a desire to win. Draco was always a competitive man, and when someone didn’t fawn all over him, he seeked to have that person, as a personal conquest. He had many before Miss Greengrass, and he had quite the formula for doing so. Draco seemed to shake himself out of his stupor. “Perhaps I could start a correspondance with you, or even perhaps take you to Madame Puddifoots if you’d like. I dare say I am having a bad day but you seem to have entertained it to say the least.” Draco was playing his plot oh so well, he assumed it would be easy. Afterall from what he knew about a lady they certainly seemed to enjoy attention, listeners, romance, dancing, and flowers. He intended to use all the usual charms with this one. Astoria Greengrass was a challenge, and Draco Malfoy never backed down from a challenge.

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[astoria matilda greengrass]

Astoria was usually a level headed girl. Really, she was. She was excellent at holding back when necessary, and always did her best to keep conversation polite and appropriate. Needless to say, Draco’s ramblings proved to irritate her on multiple levels. First of all, one never talked about serious problems, especially private serious problems, when in the company of people they didn’t know well and hadn’t seen in years. But she could brush that aside; she truly was capable of not holding it against him. Some things, on the other hand, simply could not go without being comment on. ”Malfoy, we live in a post-war world. Don’t you find it a little inappropriate to be using the word ‘mudblood’? Most especially in public?” The young woman kept her expression open and good-natured but internally she was already keeping track of the flaws in Draco’s etiquette.

The brunette couldn’t help the small pang in her chest that accompanied Draco’s use of her surname. So he did recognize her. A million thoughts immediately bubbled into the girl’s head; did he think she looked the same? She’s been rather little the last time they’d actually had a conversation, and he’d barely noticed her through the years; after all, he came over the Greengrass Manor to spend time with Daphne, not her. Speaking of which, was he going to tell her sister that she was out at a bar? Everyone knew Daphne would disapprove of her baby sister doing anything…. Grown up. Surely sitting at a bar, having a drink with notorious womanizer Draco Malfoy fell under this category. She stared at her glass of Butterbeer, noticing that she was holding it just a bit too tightly with her slender fingers. Taking a light breath out, Astoria loosened her grip until her hand was in a more delicate way. No looking up, she lied calmly, ”Of course not, Mister Malfoy. I would never purposely avoid an acquaintance. To do so would be horrendously rude, and besides Daphne and her friends have always treated me with kindness and respect.”

Indignant would probably be the best word to describe Astoria’s feelings towards Draco’s next move. She was not in the least surprised to find that he was having a ball in order to find a companion—it was not uncommon in pureblood families, most especially those who still felt strongly about tradition, such as her own family. She wasn’t even surprised to hear him say that he wasn’t very enthusiastic about the idea of settling down with a wife. To be honest, Astoria couldn’t really imagine Draco ever being a good husband or father—he was too self-important, too callous, too…childish. Which, in retrospect, explained the little speech that followed. Astoria couldn’t deny that for a moment, her mask slipped and her perfectly shaped eyebrows slowly rose as Draco stood up, towering over her small frame. Gooseflesh ran over the young woman’s skin as his hot breath hit her neck, and she felt her heart beat a little fasted. Astoria was not used to being flirted with. Sure, the occasional clumsy Hogwarts student approached her but that never had the seriousness or the skill of this proposal. It would have been extremely exciting to her if not for the fact that every word coming he said was making her feel more contemptuous towards the older wizard. Not only did he call her a child (a serious grievance in Astoria’s book) but he also dared bring up her father. And furthermore, to suggest that she would be interested in him because she needed his social standing to boost her own. The very suggestion was incredibly insulting to both herself and her family. By the end of his, what she really wanted to do was smack him.

Of course, she composed herself. Standing from her stool as well, (though it didn’t really help with the height difference) Astoria looked at Draco with a sweet smile, a single twitched eyebrow the only clue that she was upset in the slightest. Gently, she pulled her hand away and used it to brush his hand off of her hip. ”How sweet of your to invite me, Mister Malfoy. Of course I will attend your ball. Although as you know, I am still a student with another year left at Hogwarts. This being the case, no I have not had any proposals.” Still fuming from his suggested that she should be pleased by his, she added, ”though were I taking marriage proposals at this time, I assure you that I would not be not be short of acceptable candidates. So by all means do not concern yourself with my ability to find a husband.” Feeling content that her opinion had been appropriately and politely stated, Astoria tipped her head to the side and continued matter-of-factly, ”Besides, a gentleman of your standing should be fully aware that Madame Puddifoot’s is entirely tasteless. A woman such as myself would be horrified to find herself dining there.” Batting her eyelashes, Astoria continued to smile and wait for Draco to respond.

word count:: 845
tag:: Draco, obvi. Closed.
clothes:: clicky.
notes:: totally irrelevant, but I can’t stop watching the Katy Perry Fireworks music video. In case you wanted to know lol.

[draco lucius malfoy]

Draco felt he was usually very good at reading people but this girl was unreadable to him. He didn’t know what was happening to him it was as though something struck him, like lightning hitting him in his chest. He gasped for air, and suddenly he was running out the door, as far away from this girl as possible. What was this feeling? He struggled placing a hand on the bricks outside. He exhaled, he inhaled, his heart beating a mile a minute. He closed his eyes focusing, he wanted to heave. He did not know what this was, but he did not like it. It made him feel alive. No girl had ever defied him, insulted him, but been so proper about it. This girl, this woman, she would be perfect. The perfect wife, the perfect woman. This was not just a chase anymore. Just speaking with this girl. It bothered him, if she could have this effect on him now then what was he getting himself into.

No, he had to run, he could not pursue this. This woman would be his damnation, and he realized it. She would never want him, never desire him. He could tell by the look in her eyes, all she saw was a flawed man. She knew nothing of him. But what surprised him most was despite this he wanted her more then ever. How dare a woman ever talk to Draco Malfoy like that. How could she? He didn’t understand, he wanted to rage, to scream at her, tell just who he was, but then he couldn’t. What was this girl and what was she playing at? She had taunted his decisions yet accepted his invitation all at the same time. She was a mystery, completely destructive for his health, a liar as well, he was of course a legilimens he could tell when someone was lying to him. But why? What was this girl, who was this girl? Draco wanted to figure her out, to get to know her, to perhaps even fall in love with her. But he couldn’t. He was a former death eater, he had buried his sensitive side so deep down he doubted he could ever be what she wanted, what she needed. So why did he suddenly want her after just meeting her? No one had ever gotten into his system like this, not even Granger. But suddenly it was like she were a drug, invading his every system and shutting him down. Fighting with himself, he went back into the pub. No, he had to stick to the plan. He had to. This could be nothing more then a conquest, but oh it was certainly so. He took his little black book from his hand, he’d write her down once he won. But honestly he didn’t know if he wanted to win, for some reason he just wanted her.

He peered up into her face, searching her face hungrily. Lust swelling in his stomach, unbidden, unwanted, he could not control it. No, this girl was a disease, pull yourself together Draco, she’s just a girl. But he couldn’t she unnerved him, and he wanted her and hated himself for it. His blue eyes searched her again.
“I just met you and already I hate you. I have never hated someone so much in my life. But I’ve never wanted someone so much in my life either, and that is why I hate you.” Draco said to her spitting the words venomously. “Who do you think you are doing this to me? I am Malfoy what are you playing at?” Why would he say that to her? He wanted her right? Shit, his mouth was overloading his arse. No Draco, apologize, move, do something. “I…can’t…you…” He took a deep breath, no he had to say this, he had to overcome this, but why would he spill this to her of all people? He didn’t even know her, but he wanted to. He wanted to oh so much. He wanted to show her the world, to give her the world. This was not right, is this what love at first sight felt like? If so, he was in agony, but he never wanted it to end. He would walk through hell if it meant winning this woman over. He sighed. “I’m…I’m not supposed to feel….I’m a Malfoy, I was trained to bring proper decorum and never let the façade go. And I hate you for this. But I want you all the same.” He sighed heavily.

“Merlin, why am I still saying these things to you? Why? What are you? What are you trying to do to me woman, do you just…I’ve never been insulted by a woman, most of them just fawn all over me. If you were anyone else I feel as though I could get you in the sack to shag by the end of the night, but you, you’re one of those “hard to get maidens” aren’t you?” Draco sighed. He could not bear this. “Just stay away from me, I’ll see you at the ball, cause I cannot stomach your sister for a minute. But listen to me, you’ve don’t know what I’ve done, what I am capable of. You don’t know me. And I don’t know you, and maybe, maybe we shouldn’t be talking. Alright with you? I can’t, I can’t do this. You’re just a girl, and I….look I have to go okay?” Draco kissed her hand as was proper before once again leaving the Inn. He walked outside and buried his head in his hands as he slid against the wall. No, this was not supposed to happen. He was not supposed to want someone, they were supposed to want him. He wanted a girl who didn’t even want him either, and to whom he could nothing but insult. This was already going terrible. He just wondered what she really thought of him.

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Notes: First off Draco is having a mental breakdown, secondly the song that inspired this reply was Spill Canvas: Polygraph Right Now. Thank you that is all. Hahaha I beat your word count.

[astoria matilda greengrass]

It was as if he had seen… well… a particularly terrifying ghost. One moment he was standing terrifying close to her, his large hands threatening to touch her and his superior smirk making her feel as though she was the little girl that he seemed to think she was. And then, a split second later, he was out the door. Astoria was baffled, her anger falling away from her in one fell swoop, leaving her feeling empty and confused. She stood, alone, at the bar, looking lost and confused in her too-tiny dress and teetering heels. Astoria gripped the edge of the bar with her right hand, her head bowed and her dark waves covering the horrified look on her face as she tried to figure out what it was that had gone wrong. For the tiniest of seconds, Astoria’s position reminded her of standing at the bar in ballet class, and she had an almost unavoidable urge to plié. Ignoring the desire, she wondered if perhaps she was losing her mind; perhaps none of this bizarre evening had happened at all. Maybe she had fallen asleep while lying in bed and was having a surreal dream. Focus, Astoria, Focus!

Trying to grasp why Draco would choose to run away from her, Astoria wondered if perhaps he was having some sort of break-down—after all, it had to be rare that anyone ever talked to him they way she just had. He was a man who was used to getting what he wanted. Astoria knew how that was—she was a pureblood princess, entirely used to getting everything she desired; even if she had to tell blatant lies to get it. Was he angry with her? Suddenly, irrationally, Astoria felt ashamed for how she had behaved. But no, she had been perfectly proper; who was he to dictate her own beliefs? Besides, it wasn’t as if she was truly interested in him! Sure, he was attractive and seemingly intelligent and of proper status. But Draco Malfoy would always be a sneak and a player and more interested in his own needs than any woman’s. Astoria was looking for a gentleman—someone who would love her for all her flaws; someone that, when paired together, they would be an inseparable power-couple. A man who was faithful and dependable and a good husband. No matter how hard he tried, Astoria honestly believed that Draco Malfoy would never be such a man.

Nonetheless, Astoria couldn’t help but wish that she understood what had happened. She couldn’t fight the need to run after him and demand an explanation for his immediate departure (which happened to be dreadfully rude, though for once in her life, Astoria couldn’t round up the feeling to be angry at him over it.) She heard the door reopen but assumed that it was simply another customer, and thereby was completely startled when pair of shoes other than her own entered her vision. The young woman felt her body tense and her cheeks flush; she was suddenly nervous and scared, having no idea what he would say or do next. She tried her hardest to push these feelings aside, smiled shakily up at him, opening her mouth to say something—anything to defuse the tension crackling between them. But the words fell short from her lips as she saw the hateful look in his eyes. As he began to speak, Astoria felt her heart jump up into her chest, pumping wildly as she stared up at him, open-mouthed. No one had ever said anything like what he was saying to her—that they hated her, that they wanted her. Both were completely alien to the girl and she knew not how to respond.

Astoria felt pinned down, trapped by the unbearable attack that he was laying upon her. And why? What had she done that was so bad to provoke such hate in a person? She had simply spoken to him the way she did to everyone else, and never had it elicited such a strong reaction. And who was he to hate her! She was the one who should be angry at him for being so horrendously bad-mannered! But Astoria felt as if almost all the emotion had been sucked out of her—all she could feel was a terrible sense of lost and failure and fear as she listened silently as Draco unloaded all of his emotional baggage on her. It hurt to hear, and Astoria felt as if he were paying her back for the things she had said by telling her all of this. She wanted to throw a tantrum; she wanted to tell him that he was lowbrow, wanted to raise her chin and stare at him as if he was below her. She wanted to demand that he take it back and treat her like the lady that she was. But no; she just stood silently and took it all in.

And quite suddenly again, he was leaving. Would he give Astoria no chance to respond; to defend herself? Did she want to? She very nearly pulled her hand away and argued against him leaving, but she didn’t. Once again he was gone. Turning, dazed, Astoria blinked at her drink and tried to gather her wits. She quickly finished the last few sips of her butterbeer and shakily removed a few coins from her purse, setting them down on the bar. It was enough to pay for her drink and an overly generous tip; she didn’t feel like waiting for change. Sighing, Astoria walked outside. The air was cool now that the sun had set, and she wanted nothing more than to apparate home, curl up in bed and have her mother sing her to sleep. She turned, about to apparate, when she spotted the shock of blond hair once again. Crouching against the brick wall there, Draco looked so upset that Astoria, who hadn’t wanted the conversation to be over anyway, could not control her desire to interrupt his thoughts. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she slowly walked over to him.

It was chilly now, and she shivered in her in her dress as she said softly, in a pathetic-sounding voice that betrayed her confusion and weakness at that moment, ”You know… I hadn’t meant to upset you. It’s really not fair of you to be angry with me. You were the one being rude… I simply wanted to show you that I wasn’t like those other girls and to treat me as such would be a mistake.” Astoria felt tears coming and hated herself for them, ”You were treating me like a child, and worse, like an idiot. I am neither and I won’t be treated as such!” The young woman was almost pleased to feel her anger building up again—it was a more appropriate emotion, but she still couldn’t stop the slow buildup of tears. Stomping her foot, she continued, ”I just don’t understand why you are so angry with me, especially considering that you have been far from a gentleman this evening, I find it safe to say that your anger is completely out of line, Mister Malfoy!” That was it—the dam was broken and the tears came now, slow and steady down her rosy cheeks, ”And you know what! I hate you, too! You walk around like you are better than everyone else, while I make an honest effort to be kind to people! You and the rest of your year are all the same—walking around as if the rest of us are just scenery to your lives. You’re just angry at me because I forced you to think about how mean you are, when you would rather just play games with ‘the littlest Greengrass’ because I’m young and you think I’m vulnerable! Well I won’t be a toy!” Out of the breath to rant, Astoria brought her hands to her face and cried harder, feeling entirely ashamed of the out of character outburst. She cried because she was mortified, and felt like a fool. She cried because now a day that was supposed to be spent remembering her father would be tainted with the memory of this argument. She cried because she thought it would probably bring Draco some happiness to see her make a total fool of herself this way. Too emotional to apparate, Astoria just turned around and tried to control herself, having no idea what Draco would do next.

word count:: 1,418… opps. Seriously though, we need to start shortening these posts lol. It's getting out of control. This post is officially the longest I have ever written.
tag:: Draco, obvi. Closed.
clothes:: clicky.
notes:: Sorry this took so long! My momma came to visit me and things have been hectic. She says “Hi, Candice!!”

[draco lucius malfoy]

Draco wished he had more to say to the girl, but his life had never been as easy as he claimed it to be. Sure he had all the latest fashions, and he was raised to look the best out of the bunch. He was always told he was a Malfoy and to have pride, because he was better then them all. He looked at the girl again, your typical pureblood princess, and he himself a slytherin pureblood prince. Perhaps it could have been much easier, but he had never been one to deal with emotions. The truth was, he shut himself down so as he had less to lose. The war took a toll on him because he finally realized he had everything to lose. His mother, his father. They all realized where their true loyalities lie. How could he explain this to this girl, but better yet, why would he want to? He had never cared before, but he had finally started to wake up and realize just how alone he was. His so-called friends had proved that in the final battle. “Your Dad’s finished” The words had hurt him more then he knew. Could he let the past go? His silver eyes caught hers, and he stared, straight through to her very soul.

“I used to believe we were better, better than them all. My life has changed so much. I have nothing to give anyone. I don’t want to do what expected of me. I think I might even skip my own ball. Hate me Astoria, go ahead. Love and Hate, they go hand in hand, just opposite ends of the spectrum. Maybe I want you to hate me, sometimes it’s better to feel hate, then to feel nothing of at all. I just want to feel, to feel something, anything. Now I’m just a beaten broken hollowed shell of what you used to lie beneath. Draco Malfoy is dead, the sooner you realize that, the better off you’ll be. Go Ahead Greengrass, go back to your perfect little life, maybe you’ll find some absolution there. As for me, this is all I have to show for my “achievements” a hollow body, with a heart that turned black sometime ago. I guess I am just like my father.” Oh how true that assessment was. He had learned secrecy and lies at his father’s knee, he had learned all about just what happened when you had emotions. Oh don’t get him wrong of course, his mother and father loved each other, and even him, that much was known. But he had always been groomed to be his father in miniature, and maybe, maybe that wasn’t what he wanted. He had everything, but he was so alone. He didn’t think he wanted to be alone anymore. He bowed his head thinking, before looking back up at her. His eyes blazing with a look that just didn’t quite fit his face of stone, a look of an innocent boy who had turned into a corrupted man.

“I’ll never apologize for anything Astoria. Perhaps you expect of it. But you shouldn’t. I think everyone should realize how far gone I am. There’s nothing here to save. If only I had a heart. Seems fitting doesn’t it. In Beedle the Bard’s tales, there is the story of a wizard, who locks up his heart to keep himself from feeling what he considers the weakness of love. He finally decides he wants a fair maiden of his own just because all the other wizards boast of it. He courts a woman, and she adores him, but she’d love him if only she thought he had a heart. He shows her his heart, but in his time apart from him, the heart has gone strange, deranged even. He slays the fair maiden as he puts it back into his chest where it belongs, it changed him, all those years unfeeling. He then takes the dagger to himself. It’s sad really because they were so much alike. They would have been perfect for each other, if only he had never locked himself away. You wonder why I hate you Astoria? I don’t really, I just feel as though I should. Because you Astoria, have made me that wizard. I locked my heart away along time ago. And then you waltz into this bar, into my life, and you blow it the ruddy hell to pieces, and now you know. You and I, perfect, both alike in our ideals. But I have lived a life you could never dream of having Greengrass. I was a death eater, and while I was at my own home, I saw things, things you couldn’t imagine. I’ve never talked about it before. But I do suppose you must know. You expect, no you demand from me that I treat you like the pureblood princess you are, but in all honesty, I respect only those I know, and you Astoria, I know not.” His face slid for a minute before he locked his perfectly patented Malfoy smirk back into place. He had spoken of too much, and now he could only lock himself away again. Perhaps Astoria would now understand or maybe she would never. He picked himself up from the ground, dusting off his perfect robes. But really, who was he kidding? Unfortunately he’d allow this girl a chance to see the real Malfoy and for that, he felt unfamiliar emotions. He shrugged and sighed.

“Perhaps I should run and never look back. It might be good for the both of us. But honestly, I’ve been alone for a lifetime. And that at least is something I’d like to change. If you can handle dealing with someone who is dark, guilt-ridden, and full of awful angst, then by all means Astoria, be my guest, be my friend. But I only offer it this one time. You can take it or leave it. I never extend my hand again to someone when they turn me down . This is your own shot. If you truly want to know me, take it or leave it.” He extended his hand in friendship in much the same manner that he had done so for Potter. Potter had turned him down. But this time, this time it was different. This wasn’t just some offer, this could be the future, and that was what Draco was so looking forward to. He would always have a past, but the future was a one-time one-shot decision based opportunity and those choices he’d never get to make again. He knew this far too well. As yesterday was once tomorrow, and tomorrow will someday be a yesterday.

Word Count: 1,118 woot, probably my longest posting ever, unless you count novella, which for me is a word count of around 2000 to 3000. So woot.

Notes: Muse of the post was brought to you by Imogen Heap's Who Are You Kidding. Also tell your mummy I said hi as well. And no worries about how long the post took, you should know me better then that. I do try to be patient, it just doesn't work well. I'm one of those hyper little roleplayers that act like Potter the first time he comes to Hogwarts. Lol

[astoria matilda greengrass]

It was unavoidable; Astoria’s heart jumped into her throat when Draco stared her down. She choked back her tears, suddenly feeling ashamed to be so emotional in front of the man she barely knew. But could she really say she barely knew him? She’s watching him play as a little boy; from the balcony looking down she’d seen him as the confident kid that bossed everyone else around. She watched as he turned into a selfish preteen, demanding that his needs be meet when he visited over the summer. She’s seen when he blossomed into a snarky, sly teenager, seducing her sister in dark hallways while Astoria pretended not to hear a thing. She knew so much more about him than he knew about her, but somehow when he looked into her eyes she felt like he knew her—and it was horribly unsettling. The young Greengrass liked to think that while she was pretty open and friendly to a lot of people, there were pieces of herself that she kept hidden away. She shuttered and looked down, refusing to let him in. It wasn’t that she wanted to hold him at bay (though, for the most part, she did); it was more that if she was going to let him in, it absolutely needed to be on her terms.

She slowly shook her head, frowning at him. Her eyebrows furrowed, Astoria spoke out hoarsely, “You cannot simply skip your own ball, Mister Malfoy. Think of how your poor mother would feel. And all the women you have surely invited.” Astoria tipped her head to the side… all the men she knew were proud to be like their fathers. As it were, she was very proud to say that she was quite like her mother. She didn’t really understand why Draco seemed so depressed—it was such a change from what she was used to observing. To be completely frank, the young woman knew little about the events of the war, she never allowed it to be talked about by her friends in her presence and in any other social circle that she belonged to it was considered a taboo subject. She hadn’t wanted to know about it; certainly hadn’t wanted to know the details of how individual people were affected. Of course, she knew who had died, and whose families were shamed, and all of the aftermath. But she knew very little about survivors’ particular involvements. Draco’s story was not part of the little that she knew, and from the things he was saying, she selfishly didn’t want to hear about it. The look he gave her then almost made her cry again, but instead she said softly, ”Everyone can heal… you’ll find someone who will make you feel good again, and you’ll start living your life.” Given his tendency to treat women with little respect, Astoria didn’t know that this was true, but she felt it was an important sentiment for him to hear at the time. It could happen, anyways.

Astoria barked out a hollow laugh, ”Apologize? Do you even know what you would be apologizing for? That’s all that matters to me—do you understand why I am so upset? Can you at least acknowledge that?” She was growing impatient—cold, tired, and emotionally drained outside of a bar that she shouldn’t have gone into in the first place, the brunette felt as though this whole night was falling to pieces. ”That’s a terrible, sick story. And besides, you barely know me! How could I have turned you into that wizard? Perhaps I would make a terrible wife for you—in fact, I know I would. I would crush you, Draco. You really would hate me, if we ever dated. Of that I am sure.” The speech held considerable more confidence than Astoria was currently feeling, but it sounded pretty tough, didn’t it? She was proud of herself for turning around her attitude and maybe pulling herself ever so slightly out of the pathetic, weepy hole that she had dug herself into. Jutting her chin out, Astoria retorted back, ”Exactly, you do not know me. Therefore, every assumption you have made about me tonight has been completely out of line. Forget respect, how about common courtesy!”

Astoria felt an inner turmoil as Draco held his hand out and she paused, staring at him, as she contemplated his words. ”What would you be running from? From me? Why?” Staring down at his hand, Astoria knew what she was going to do. She knew what she should do, and was annoyed with herself for not even considering doing it. She should coolly turn him down and go home. Climb into bed and forget that this bizarre, horrible encounter had ever happened. She didn’t owe him anything, and she owed herself as much. But, no matter what it seemed, Astoria had a bleeding heart. She took everyone in and wanted to make everything better. For all her stern, formal exterior, the young woman was far too forgiving for her own good. She also knew from observing that Draco didn’t treat his friends very well, and he had…high… expectations of his female friends. Ones that she knew she couldn’t live up to. Against all of this logic, Astoria’s pale and slender hand slowly closed the distance between them, giving his hand a gentle, delicate shake. Her piercing hazel eyes looked up into his grey ones, sad and nervous and scared, but welcoming. She had to know him, had to understand what tonight meant and why it happened. But she was scared. ”Draco, she whispered, hoping that the incredibly rare use of his first name would emphasize her point, ”If you hurt me, I will not forgive you. I am giving you a chance to explain yourself and open up, not to walk all over me. You have one chance, and once it’s gone, I will be out of your life forever. I won’t be pulled along in your little torturous games. I’m not that kind of girl.” All in all, it was a flawlessly delivered lie. Astoria would give Draco every chance he needed. He could do almost anything, and she would still open up her arms to him and try to see his side of things. She would accept him and do her best to be his friend. And knowing that she would allow him this scared her most of all.


word count:: 1,072
tag:: Draco, obvi. Closed.
clothes:: clicky.
notes:: cheer you up at all? I love you babe. <3 This storm will pass, please believe me.

[draco lucius malfoy]

Draco had never forseen the need to look after someone before, so why was he extending a genuine hand of friendship to this girl? He understood that life had to keep moving on he guessed. But Astoria was nothing like her sister Daphne. He had, had her sister many, many times. Not that mattered much, but he had yet to have the younger girl. This girl was a challenge, so he had to think. Romance, and being treated like a queen should be the ticket, especially if he wanted to get this definition of a pureblood princess. He grinned wickedly. Yep, his plan was already beginning just as well, this would be his greatest conquest. He placed a humble smirk upon his face, though a smirk could hardly be described as just and such. With an elegant turnabout, he took the young Slytherin’s hand and kissed it. Giving her his patented puppy dog look, he did have the silver eyes to pull it off quite nicely.

“Very well Astoria, perhaps you would care to join me to a spot of tea, and some nice dinner tonight. It’s the least I could do to make up for my behavior today.” He offered her a friendly smile which was hard for Draco because he was more of a loner then anything. With a wicked mental smirk. He decided to play this game elegantly, with a little bit of zeal slipping into his face. He grinned sheepish of course, but it was a grin none the less. His smoothed his perfect platinum blond hair. His silver eyes roaming her curves in a way that was clearly not innocent at all, he quickly hid his look with a look of honesty, which considering how well he was at lying he was quite good at it.

“You look lovely as it is. I am sure we could as such. You have a nice outfit on befitting your blood status and we could go to Knockturn Alley, there is a lovely little restaurant my mother and father are quite fond of. Given my mum’s standards, I assure you it will befit yours.” Great, now she just had to agree and he could have this in the bag. No girl ever turned him down after he wined and dined them. They practically flocked back to his local flat, begging him to shag them. Her own sister had done that on many occasions. “Just so we can get to know each other better, we could talk about our families, our hobbies which ever.” His smirk at this point was practically triumphant. He was quite proud of his abilities to manage this as such. This girl would soon be his, and it would not be one of his many one night stands, he had a feeling this girl was pure, and as such she would be his forever. Draco Malfoy got everything he wanted, and right now he wanted this girl and he would have her. With a smug smile, he draped an arm around her waist.

“Come on Astoria, I can give you the world. All you have to do is ask me for it.” He grinned smirking as well, yes Astoria Greengrass would be his. Once she saw what he could offer her and what the rest of the world could offer her, she would by all means chose him, she had to chose him. It could not be otherwise. He would not let it be otherwise, he would do everything within his power in order to obtain her, and once he had her he would never let her go. She would be his for all eternity, his need to court her came from somewhere he thought dead for a long time, not just pride, not just conquest, but his heart.
Tags: Astoria Obviously
Word Count: 634
Notes: Just for you cause you cheered me up so lahhhh, I did it right, I know I even did it like you cept I dont have a clothes clicky, cause I like the pic at the top, thats what Draco's wearing.
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[astoria matilda greengrass]

It should be noted that Astoria was wary of Draco’s intentions; she was not, of all things, an idiot. No matter how heartfelt he seemed, she had a sinking suspicion that he was really only doing it to get in her…well… dress… that was what he did, right? He made friends with girls and then got them into bed with him. Astoria was not the type of girl to jump into bed with anyone—far from. She liked to take things slow, and almost no boy lived up to her standards. Draco Malfoy was most things she avoided in a man—vain, selfish, unkind, rude, and a womanizer. His social standing and the fact that his upbringing meant that he at least understood the etiquette that she so strongly clung to gave him a few bonus points, but not many. She could never see herself with him. The idea that he had slept with her sister, quite a few times, did not help matters in the slightest.

But here he was, standing in front of her, asking her to dinner. She didn’t get asked to dinner very often. Especially not by older, tall, attractive boys. No, that never happened. Plus, she had just told him that they could be friends… wouldn’t it be rather rude of him to turn down his offer? Yes, the only situation-appropriate response was yes. Astoria nodded, carefully phrasing her response, ”Well, Mister Malfoy, I suppose that dinner would not be a bad idea. As friends of course.” She gave him a sweet smile, wondering what tricks he had up his sleeve or what he was planning. She would have to remind herself constantly to keep her guard up, if she was going to get through this friendship unscathed. Her mouth dropped open as he looked her up and down then tried to quickly cover it up. Feeling a blush creep across her cheeks, Astoria looked away and made a modest attempt to cross her arms across her body. Something about the look in his eyes made her feel vulnerable, a feeling that she utterly detested.

She could tell that he was proud of himself for thinking up his little plan. He probably thought she was going to go home with him after dinner, and so she made a mental note to be very clear that she was going home after dinner. Tipping her head to the side, Astoria looked back up at him, ”That sounds lovely. It’s true, your mother does have excellent taste…though I am a bit weary of Knockturn Alley.” Astoria had always loved Misses Malfoy. She was so regal and elegant, all of the time. Not unlike her own mother, who the young woman practically worshiped. For a brief moment, Astoria imagined having Narcissa Malfoy as her mother-in-law. It was a wonderful thought, but of course had to be pushed away immediately. That was never going to happen, obviously.

Draco’s next line made Astoria horribly uncomfortable, she could not deny it. What could he possibly mean by that? The young woman had everything she could ever ask for; she was never wanting. And in any case, who was he to offer her anything? ”Why would you want to give me the world, Mister Malfoy? Seems to me you’d rather keep it to yourself.” It was a playful nudge, accompanied by a mocking smile that rarely graced Astoria’s face. She didn’t tease often, but when she did it was usually quite effective because it was laced with a dangerous hint of the truth. Still feeling surprisingly playful, Astoria continued, ”Come on now, lets get moving! I am famished, not to mention freezing. And I’m certain that my makeup needs to be touched up. A gentleman never has a lady waiting out in the cold!” Turning abruptly, Astoria held her arm out and waited to be apparated to wherever they were headed.

word count:: 648
tag:: Draco, obvi. Closed.
clothes:: clicky.
notes:: gahh, sorry this isn’t as good as before. My muse isn’t great right now for some reason.

[draco lucius malfoy]

Draco’s first instinct, something was ingrained by his noble and regal mother was lady etiquette. He realized quite soon, the young female was indeed chilled. His mother had always taught him to treat a proper lady with respect, he didn’t meet many proper ladies often, but Astoria was indeed, most definitely a proper lady. Without thinking about it, he took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. He smiled.

“There. Now you won’t be cold. If you would gladly take my hand.” When she took his hand, he would then apparate them to the corridor within the shut off restaurant. The restaurant had a direct apparate into corridor for those who preferred to stay away from the seedier reaches of Knockturn Alley. He smiled and draped an arm around her. Thinking to himself quietly, he bemused himself with the notion that his mother would quite like this one. He began to chuckle to himself as he thought about something peculiar his mother had said to him once. Honestly Draco, I do not know why you bother being improper with that Daphne Greengrass, she lacks the niceties of a real proper lady, now that Astoria Greengrass, I’d much rather have her in the family. Draco couldn’t help it and his chuckle actually developed into all out laughing. He smirked and then looked over Astoria, sure she was wondering why he was laughing.

“It’s just ironic actually. When I was “being improper” with your sister as my mother put it, she was actually scolding me over why I was going with a woman who lacked the niceties of a proper lady, when there was Astoria Greengrass, she went on to say she’d much rather have you in the family. It was just funny to me.” Draco with an amused smirk went up to the front desk, being the regal man he was of such pedigree he lead the way as was normal in pureblood societies. A man often took care of everything as it was improper for a lady to arrange a date or else pay for it. It was social courtesy and it would be social suicide so as to differ from the pattern. He looked up at the hostess.

“Ahem, Draco Malfoy, I have permanent reservation here in the back where my father Lucius Malfoy reserves.” The hostess nodded and looked through his paperwork as he was knew and it was taking him far too long in Draco’s opinion he was making his lady friend wait and Draco did not particularly like that, it was unfit, improper. The man looked up at Draco. “I apparently cannot find your paperwork sir, are you sure it was this restaurant?” Draco rolled his eyes. This was ridiculous. He saw Gustav the owner walking by.

“Gustav, your incompetent hostess must be new. Could you show me to the back parlor where I usually go?” Gustav gave Draco a warm smile. “Aha but siiiiir Draco, but of course, ze hostess will be taken care of most definitely. Lets me take ze back to ze back yes?” Draco smirked. “Gustav drop the accent. This is my lady friend Astoria Greengrass, I’m courting her.” He said to the man with an afterthought, noticing the hostess making eyes at her. Draco sent the hostess a death glare, one that clearly said “come closer, and I will cruciatus you and then flay your remains alive.” It was Draco’s patented death eater glare. Draco draping possessive arm around Astoria led her to the back. He being the gentleman he had been trained to be, pulled out her chair for her and waited for her to sit down before adjust the chair inwards towards the table for her. He kissed her hand yet again as he went to his own seat across from her. He sat rather rigidly as was befitting. His elbows off the table as was proper. He put his napkin in his lap, and sorted his silverware from first course to third. He grinned and poured her some wine.

“I’m aware you are sixteen, but wine is befitting for dinner. My mother often says red vine once a day, is great to prevent unnecessary ailments.” Draco tilted his glass in a salute to her. “Shall I toast to your health Miss Greengrass?” He did just as he suggested then took a sip from his wine, trying to figure out just what he wanted, he handed her a menu before he took one himself. If anything his mother had indeed taught him manners, and this wasn’t just a conquest anymore after all, he was genuinely courting her now, his little jealousy streak back there had just proved that for him. He hadn’t realized he was genuinely interested in her until that stupid idiotic prat of a hostess had laid his filthy probably mud blood eyes on her. He reviewed the menu quickly before deciding what he would get as an appetizer. He picked out Escargot Beignet, and Potage du Soir, Salade Frisee, and Lamb Noisette, with simple variations of course, he had simply picked out categories and left it up to the house specials at the time. Food to him was a delicacy.

“I do hope you do not mind French, my family is English-French, Malfoy means bad faith in French obviously, but this is a favorite placed of my mother’s and I do happen to like the food here. I do not bring anyone here. It’s been my little secret, so consider yourself special.” And it was true, Draco had always took his conquests to Madame Puddifoots, which was cheesy and such. This was something between just he and his family, so it was a big move by Draco. He didn’t just take anybody here. And to prove this point. Gustav came back by the table. “Ah, Monsieur Malfoy, I tink zis is one of ze few times I half seen ye bring a Madame, no?” Draco nodded and informed him everything was prefect, and as he waited for his food he engaged said lady in conversation. “Ah so Astoria, do tell me about yourself, or if not, feel free to ask me anything you’d care to know.” Draco was being very courteous of course, his mother would be proud. He was going to try to get her around the Manor soon, his mother would love that, before the ball of course.

Word Count: 1066
Tags: Closed, Astoria, obviously
Notes: Haha, I had to make the Bad Faith comment. Hope this cheers you up. Do text me and let me know if it's good, and what you liked about it.

[astoria matilda greengrass]

A grin, bright and sweet, graced Astoria’s features as Draco laid his jacket across her shoulders. What, was he suddenly interested in being a gentleman? Astoria wasn’t sure she trusted his change of heart, but she could never discourage a man from doing what was proper. As soon as she was wrapped in his coat, she could smell the strong sent that was man—Draco’s jacket smelled like parchment and some type spicy cologne, and Astoria had to admit that it was nice. Closing her eyes, Astoria focused on that smell as they apparated; side along apparation was not particularly pleasant business. She was pleased when it turned out that they wouldn’t have to walk though Knockturn Alley at all—and that the restaurant did seem to be rather nice. The moment was ruined when Draco began to talk about her sister, making Astoria’s bow shaped mouth turn down in a petulant frown. As they walked towards the back, to their table, Astoria leaned into Draco’s hold on her and whispered in his ear, ”You know, I’d rather we didn’t talk about my sister. Your relationship with her is not really any of my business—if anything, it makes me uncomfortable. Furthermore, I never agreed to courtship, Mister Malfoy!” Astoria wished she could have said more, but found Draco’s hand on the small of her back distracting, and had trouble holding on to her displeasure. She didn’t notice the maitre d’s stare, too caught up in the conversation she was having with Draco to see that he was giving her a one over.

Sitting down, Astoria gracefully crossed her legs, setting her purse under the table discreetly and pulling her napkin into her lap. She smiled across the table at Draco, hoping her comments hadn’t spoiled the mood. Tucking her long dark hair behind her ear, the young woman watched as Draco poured her a glass of wine. To be perfectly honest, Astoria was not a drinker. Her friends drank; her sister drank. She had a low tolerance for alcohol and never really found it necessary to work on it. So she told herself that she would drink this glass (she had, after all, had one glass of wine at other events) and not have any more. Picking up her glass with a quirk of her eyebrow, Astoria smiled cheekily and declared, “tchin-tchin!” the standard French thing to say when a toast is being made as she tipped her glass towards Draco and then took a small sip. The wine tasted bitter to her, but she could tell it was of high quality. ”Well, first of all, I am seventeen! But since it has been some time since we’ve seen each other, I will forgive you this one time. Worry not, Mister Malfoy. I am quite accustomed to a glass of wine with dinner. My mother would agree with yours that it is healthy in small doses. Besides, it is legal as long as I am with an adult. And I am, am I not?” Astoria wondered if this comment would bring attention to their age difference, something that hadn’t been discussed thus far. Would it bother him? Three years was not a large gap in the long run, but most people would consider it significant at their age. It was one thing if they were just friends, but Draco seemed to have more in mind.

Astoria watched Draco order, her eyebrow arching further. How did he expect both of them to eat four appetizers? And was he not at all concerned with her opinion? What if she had dietary restrictions? ”That is quite a large amount of food… we certainly will be bringing leftovers home. Unless you wanted to sample appetizers instead of full courses tonight?” Reaching forward, Astoria took a slice of hot bread from the loaf and brought it to her plate. She carefully filled her smallest plate with olive oil and cheese, and began dipping the bread in the mixture. This was one of her favorite things to do at nice eateries; it was simple but delicious and sort of a tradition in her family. Grinning, she continued, ”Of course I don’t mind French! My family vacations in France quite often, and of course part of my training growing up was to become fluent in French and Italian. I am currently working on Spanish.” She gave a little shrug, her dark curtain of hair spilling across her bare shoulder. ”France is one of my favorite countries. If I didn’t have the school to run, I would probably move there. I hope to have my own villa there some day, for vacations… Of course, the food is amazing. I love foreign foods.” It was common knowledge that the youngest Greengrass had expensive tastes; she wasn’t shy about it. If you had the means, why pretend you didn’t? She never said things in a way to purposely make lesser off people feel bad; given the opportunity, she was very generous with her money.

”Why don’t you normally bring people here? Surely such a gem should be shared?” Astoria watched as Gustav brought their appetizers to the table, and waited for Draco to serve himself. Looking over all the delicious looking food, she realized that she was ravenous. Having been in a terrible mood all day, she’d barely eaten anything at all. ”I think it might be pushing it to call me special—you hardly know if I am worthy of being called that. What do you recommend I try first, Mister Malfoy?” Astoria looked thoughtful, trying to come up with a response to Draco’s request about herself. What was there to tell? She did not lead a very exciting life, in her own opinion. “Well, I don’t know if you knew this about me… but I hope to take over my mother’s etiquette school some day. It will be quite a while before that happens though. First I need to graduate, and I will probably want to marry first. I have a lot to learn before I can take on such a large responsibility. What is it that you do, Mister Malfoy?”

word count:: 1024. This took me SO LONG.
tag:: Draco, obvi. Closed.
clothes:: clicky.
notes:: Lol, if the man at the front of the restaurant is a man, then he is a ‘host’ not a ‘hostess’ silly. Though the official term, especially at a French restaurant, would be called a maitre d’.

[draco lucius malfoy]

Draco should have expected this, she wanted to know what he did. Very well, he’d tell her all she needed to know. If she wanted a proper man and marriage he could just point out how well off he was. He chuckled beneath his breath so entertained by this. He cracked his knuckles and straightened in his seat, looking dignified. He smirked.

“Well I went to a private school before Hogwarts on Leadership. My father raised me to take over the politic side of the family. I have a seat on the wizengamot, and I am a school governor. I might have suggested your head girl badge. I say nothing. However, I would I think like to some day down the line become a Potions Master, preferably at Hogwarts and teach.” Draco gave her a handsome grin, and rubbed his chin looked at the appetizers, he selected something in particular and then gave her a courteous nod to try some as answer to her earlier question. Draco ate very dainty and yet managed to finish it. Draco decided he would like to take her for a walk around the manor and let her get to know his mother.

“My mother mirrored me, and she would like you to stop by if you didn’t mind. I know it would make her gracious and she wants to have tea and crumpets, ginger snaps, or biscuits, probably knowing her a sample of all of the above.” He chuckled again and took her hand and kissed it. His grey eyes bore into hers. He grinned sheepishly.

“I’d be much obliged my lady if you would join me.” His eyes slipping from her face to her frame. She was so beautiful that Draco could scarcely contain himself. He liked her. She was like a model made of marble, a work of art by a precious connoisseur. He found himself yearning to place his hands on her and worship her. He shook it from his head, and meanily talking to himself, accidently mumbled aloud “Draco wake up.” Draco tapped his foot awaiting an answer, standing tall and meaningfull. He wanted to learn in and kiss her but he doubted she would allow him. He sighed, proper women. Ugh.

Tags: Astoria Obviously
Word Count: 412, I will get back up, but this post was mostly just supposition
Notes: Excuse my terrible French then. I’m terrible at it. Haha, I try, it’s the effort that counts. Hehe you took so long Dodi!!!
Muse: Himerus and Eros by the Spill Canvas

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[astoria matilda greengrass]

Astoria blinked; truly surprised that Draco was doing so much now that he was out of school. She never would have said so, but Astoria had just assumed that he was living off his inheritance and doing whatever the hell he wanted—traveling, messing around, not making much of himself. To say that she was impressed by his response would be not be a stretch. She raised an eyebrow at him and tipped her head to the side, ”Sounds like you’ve been keeping yourself quite occupied! I’m honored that you thought I would make a good candidate for head girl, I hadn’t ever thought about it.” This was yet another blatant lie; of course Astoria felt that she would be the perfect head girl. She did well in school, professors generally liked her; most students either looked up to her or were wary of her. She was gentle mannered enough to treat students with kindness, but thought highly enough of herself that she wouldn’t tolerate insubordination. For heaven’s sake, she had plenty of practice for such a role just by living at home.

Reaching forward, Astoria carefully took some of the food in front of her and began to eat. Everything was delicious, which pleased the young woman to no end—she loved good food and hated being disappointed. Letting out a small sigh of satisfaction and brought a little bit of everything on to her plate. Looking up with a bit of surprise, Astoria tweaked one eyebrow daintily, wondering why Mrs. Malfoy would mirror Draco with a request to bring Astoria over. Allowing him to take her hand, Astoria felt her mouth go dry. She silently berated herself for being so affected by his obvious moves. Clearing her throat, she responded quietly, ”Well of course, I would be delighted. We’ll have to plan for that shortly…”

Glancing down at her plate, Astoria was sufficiently startled to find Draco standing when she looked back up. The look he was giving her was so intense, she had to force herself to look back and not glance around uncomfortably. The brunette stared back with wide eyes, trying to understand just what it was that he was doing. Blinking, Astoria set her mouth in a stubborn little line, and was highly disappointed when the words that feel out of her mouth were less graceful and in control than she had planned them, ”Do you mean to go now? This is quite sudden, don’t you think? I am hardly dressed for tea with Narcissa Malfoy…” Normally Astoria was significantly more confident in her own decision and appearance, but Draco had thrown her through more loops than she was accustomed to, and it was starting to become incredibly unsettling.

word count:: 454.
tag:: Draco, obvi. Closed.
clothes:: clicky.
notes:: bahaha Host and Hostess are English… just like how it’s waiter and waitress. Here’s a reply for you, I hope it makes you feel a bit better and if there’s anything else I can do, please let me know. ALSO: I was delaying on this because I was all “wahhh I have to start a postttt” and I went and checked and this post has been half-written for days… -.- fail.

[draco lucius malfoy]

Draco looked at her in surprise. She would deny his mother, perhaps he was wrong in thinking of selecting her at his upcoming ball. Perhaps Astoria Greengrass was a poor choice idea. This unsettling thought hung all over his face. A deep frown setting in. Had he been too involved in his conquest that he had misread her personality perhaps? Perhaps she could not hold her own with his mother. The deep frown set in Draco’s grey eyes searched, she was a liar too it seemed. The smart thing was to never make eye contact with a legilimens, not only had he learned that from his godfather, but he had learned occulumency from Aunt Bellatrix, who’s ashes were now resting somewhere in the Malfoy family cemetery. His eyes locked into hers. She had known she would make head girl. He supposed the cunning lies were the slytherin in her but he did not comment on that. He tried to think of her what he truly knew about Greengrass characteristics. Daphne had been an observer, she had seen things others didn’t but being a slytherin never acted on them to help others, merely to save her own ass. Astoria was compassionate, he knew that much. Yet somehow this girl seemed to just rub him the wrong way. She was beautiful and appeared to have no flaws, but he had a feeling that lying was in fact her greatest flaw of all, and he should be wary of it. However he was far too lost in his game to let it affect him. After all no one could lie to a Malfoy, surely she knew that? He smirked, obviously not. Draco watched her, leaning against the wall of the restaurant behind his seat with an elegance and balance only a Malfoy heir could have, yet casually of course. Draco stared her down, his grey eyes staring deep into her soul. He hadn’t intended on the legilimency connection he felt with her, and then this knew connection. Why in Merlin’s saggy y front did he feel as though he wanted to protect her. He shook it from his head, breaking eye contact. No, he would never let himself be that vulnerable. He watched her once more, this time avoiding her eyes. His voice sounding deprived of emotion, forcibly set in order to counter her previous statement.

“I know quite a few things about you Astoria that you would never perhaps tell me. But let me tell you something about me. I hold to proper ideals, and one of them is I become deeply affronted when a offer on behalf of the Matriarch of the Malfoy line, Narcissa Malfoy, my mother is denied. If this is truly how you feel Astoria, as you would deny my mother’s request, then perhaps my initial impression of you was incorrect. I thought perhaps like myself, you had the properness ingrained in you. Apparently not.” His voice held only the emotion a Patriarch of the Malfoy line would have, indifference, and when a pureblood had indifference in his voice, it meant only one thing, he was deeply offended.

“Perhaps you are not the girl I thought you were Astoria. If clothing was the true issue of your decline, which I doubt it is. I could of course take you to a classy end shop to pick out a new arrangement for you, my treat. However, I do not think that is it. Your words have been a grave offense to a Lord, might I add, as you know in pureblood societies how much power my name holds, despite the war. I however thought you would never put your family line at jeopardy but apparently yet again I was wrong.” He shook his head. He could not believe this girl, he swore it, just when he thought he had her figured out he was wrong. So of course being a Malfoy, he used manipulation. From what he knew from the girl, she was trained in a finishing school to be proper. At least, he thought so. So suggesting that she had offended the House of Malfoy, was a very serious accusation, it was however a brilliant plot. His last ditch effort to get this girl to truly know him. His eyes darkened, he reined back the lust and in their place his grey eyes showed no emotion. No, he would not lose this game yet. He smirked.

“You have a minute to decide where your loyalties lie Greengrass. Your suggestion has only put the niceties behind us. If it was me you offended, I would not care. But perhaps the fact you could disrespect my mother’s request, suggests you would only make some pureblood a housewife, not an equal. And that is a shame Astoria, I had such hope for you. But it was not my opinion that mattered was it? No, my mother has a personal interest in you. To which degree, I know not, but you have surely shamed her. Just wait until my father hears about this, I daresay he would take said offence, and make a formal statement of a feud between our two families, what a shame, it was quite a pleasant alliance.” He was playing dirty and he knew it. In pureblood families, regality and properness were enforced, this was just the way wealthy families played the game, and he had learned from two parents who were masters at the game.

Tags: Astoria, duh!!!
Word Count: 909
Notes: I could not resist the line "wait till my father hears about this" Draco may be older, but surely he could not resist the old temptation of the "my father will hear about this" line. Nor could I. lol.
Muse: The Truth by the Spill Canvas I have no idea why, but this is what I came up when listening to that song. -shrugs-