AN: I have never done anything like this so please be gentle.
I wanted to keep to the canon, everything I write could have happened, I didn't really want to rip JK off. Anyway I thought I would tell the story of how I think Draco and Astoria ended up together. This chapter is rather on the short side but they will get longer. Hope you enjoy and please don't be too harsh. xx
She looked at the three males in front of her, all hers in a manor of speaking, her husband and two sons, but one stood out, so different from the others.
'21 how can he be 21?' she asked herself staring at the tall handsome man on her right, shaking her head gently she smiled at him.
"Happy birthday darling," kissing her son's cheek gently, she handed him a key. The key to the elegant and large estate she had not been able to step foot in for 20 years, too many memories that even she was not strong enough to handle.
She held the hand of her elder sister tight as they walked slowly into the ballroom. Tugging lightly at her frilly pink dress she smiled sweetly at every person she passed. The room was no longer then same as it had been only hours before, light material flowed in between the columns along the outside of the room, fairy lights trailed the doors and windows, a string band at the back of the room where she had been playing dolls only the day before, it was as if it had been turned into the perfect princess ballroom. She looked around almost in ore; she had never been allowed to attend her parents' balls before. As her excited and nervous eyes moved around the room she whispered the names of every person to herself quietly, it was something her mother had taught her to do, 'that way you will always know the names of the most important people you will ever meet', or so her mother had told her.
Through the crowd she spotted a familiar figure and pulled her sister toward the curvy brunette ahead of them. "Ah, Daphne I was just coming to find you," the woman said happily to her sister in a well spoken voice. "Astoria wouldn't come out of her room," Daphne said, dropping her hand and rubbing it on the side of her dress. The women gave Astoria a stern look, her face instantly changing from a friendly and loving mother to the hard woman Astoria recognised as her mum. "And why…" her mother began questioning before she was approached by a tall and thin woman with white blonde hair, tied up tight into a bun, giving her already stiff face an unnatural shocked expression. "Cissy, how have you been?" her mother asked her expression again, making her seem kind and approachable. The women moved away from the children in front of them no doubt to discuss the inappropriateness of Mrs Goyles dress.
Astoria turned to her sister, who rolled her eyes at her and walked away, she seemingly had spotted her best friend Pansy Parkinson and was making a beeline for her, Astoria stayed for a moment staring at the huge diamond antique ring on the tall woman's finger.
"One day Astoria," Mrs Malfoy laughed, spotting her eyeing her ring then turning back to Astoria's mother smiling. Astoria also looked at her mother whose mouth turned up slightly, a look she got when ever she knew she was going to get what she wanted. Before she had a chance to ask what was meant by the comment, the two women had walked away, almost gliding toward a group of middle-aged women, all wearing floor length gowns, but not all flattered their bodies as well as her mothers did.
A very tall, also blonde man with sharp and angry features was reviled as the women walked away. He ignored her, continuing his conversation with a man she recognised as Mr. Notts, when two boys, 7, the same age as her sister immerged from his side. She knew them instantly, the two boys she really didn't want to see, Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. One dark and one fair, both with smug cheeky grins on their faces staring at her. She tried to walk away but before she could Draco spat the usual insults at her. "Nice dress, Tori. I don't think it could have more frills," Blaise chuckled along with his mate but was clearly watching Astoria to make sure it hadn't upset her too much. She could put up with Blaise when he was by himself, he was sweet but she was sure he shouldn't be looking at her the way he did. Clearly his mother's son, he had dark skin, big brown almond eyes and dressed immaculately, he also had an air about him that you could tell; even then, that he would break hearts.
"And I don't think you could sleek your hair back any further," she had never retaliated to their taunts before, she could never think of anything to say that didn't sound silly and show her young age, she was after all only 6. The boy's faces fell, Draco's grin now a narrow angry line, stern and fixed, a look he would never grow out of. Blaise was evidently trying to keep a straight face, but it didn't stop him from looking over at his mate's hair and curling up the corner of his mouth.
Astoria smiled to herself, patting down her dress proudly before skipping off giggling. Blissfully unaware that the two boys she had just left dumbstruck would make her life both unbearable and incredible.