(A/N) I thought I'd try another first-person POV fanfic.
Happy reading!
Quill
I stared at the piece of parchment, my hand hovering over it, quill poised to write.
"Sign your name," a voice whispered in my head, urging me to do what I had planned upon. "Just sign it."
My face felt hot as I set the quill down, feeling one of my episodes coming on. I'd been having them for nearly six months now, after I had been informed of my friend's death in the Auror field. How I had wished for it to be more than a friendship, but the Marriage Decree had put an end to that. I was married to another man, one whom I had no romantic feelings for, and one whom I was certain that if the Marriage Decree hadn't made it impossible, would be off with another woman. Not that I was jealous, she was fine, but it did make it obvious how ridiculous the Marriage Decree was.
Now, I sat in a small room in the Ministry with my husband and the Minister with the parchment that would terminate our marriage. All I had to do was sign it.
"Are you alright?" my husband, Draco Malfoy, asked concernedly. Though we weren't in love, we were still good friends.
"I'm fine," I replied, pushing my long brown hair back behind my ears.
"Thinking about him again?" Draco rubbed my shoulder soothingly. He was referencing the man I'd fallen for, who had died as an Auror.
"Yeah," I sniffled and picked the quill up again. "But it doesn't matter. I don't want you to be stuck with me, when you're in love with her."
Draco sighed, removing his hand from my shoulder. I missed the warmth, and briefly wondered if I had fallen for him. Yes, Ron had died as an Auror, and yes, I had been in love with him, but did that mean I couldn't move on? And why not with Draco? We were already married, so that wasn't a problem. Of course, there was that other woman, the one he claimed he loved. Could he not fall for me instead?
I shook my head to clear it. I wasn't in love with Draco, and I wasn't going to take him from the woman he was in love with. I found myself, not for the first time, wishing that Ron hadn't chosen to become an Auror. Maybe then I could rekindle our relationship, and perhaps we would have had children together. I had always liked the name Rose…
I dipped the quill in the ink that Kingsley had provided and paused, the tip of the quill missing the parchment by a unicorn's tailhair.
"Draco?" I asked quietly.
"Yes?" he looked over at me, his eyes shining. He was eager for the divorce, because it meant he was free to marry that other woman.
"When this is over," I bit my lip. "Marry her, will you?"
Draco's eyebrows rose.
"I d-don't know who you're talking about," he dropped his gaze, his cheeks flushing.
I smiled amusedly.
"Of course you do," I turned back to the paperwork. "You've been in love with her even since I can remember. Just marry her, will you?"
Draco mumbled something, but he nodded. I smiled again and lowered the quill to the parchment, watching the black ink flow onto the paper in the semblance on my name.
Astoria Greengrass
(A/N) Did I get you there? Hehe...
I thought I'd also clear up some of the things left unexplained in the story. The Marriage Decree was only for purebloods, something that a high-ranking Ministry official passed underneath Kingsley's nose somehow.
The woman Astoria references is Hermione, obviously.
After discovering a loophole in the Decree, Kingsley decided to let anyone who wished to annul their marriage.
Hope I explained everything, and if there's anything else I didn't, or something that doesn't make sense, please tell me! :3