"You'll never believe what I got from him for my birthday?"

"What?"

"A ring!" The two girls squealed from the room across the hall. I was trying to do my summer homework but couldn't concentrate because I could hear my sister Daphne and her annoying friend Pansy Parkinson giggling, squealing, and chattering about none other than Pansy's boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. How I hated her for having him. Draco Malfoy had been the love of my life for nearly four years, since the day I first saw him…

"Greengrass, Astoria" Professor McGonagall called.

I eagerly ran up to the stool and waited for the hat to call out my house. I remembered my parents' last words as the sorting hat was placed on my head.

"You better be in Slytherin. Don't be more of a disappointment than you already are." My father said.

"Ah a Greengrass." The sorting hat said in my ear. "There's only one place for you-SLYTHERIN!"

I breathed a sigh of relief and rushed over to sit next to my sister.

"Guess mum and dad wont disown you. . .yet." Daphne said and her 3rd year friends laughed. I turned to get a good look at them all and that's when I saw him-Draco Malfoy. His blonde hair, his grey-blue eyes, his perfect white teeth. Everything about him was perfect

"And still is" I whispered quietly.

I was taken from my memory by another loud squeal from my sister's bedroom.

"He's just sooo perfect. I sometimes think I don't deserve Draco." Pansy sighed.

Because you don't.

"Of course you deserve him, Pansy." Daphne said.

"Yeah. I guess I do." They both squealed again.

"Will you two shut up!?" I finally yelled getting up and walking to my sister's room.

"What do you want, Astoria?" Pansy asked.

"You two are so loud. I can't even hear myself think in there."

"Go away, Astoria." Daphne said annoyed. "Pansy was telling me about her romantic night with Draco and you just have to come in and ruin it."

"Well, if you two would quit squealing like pigs I wouldn't have to interrupt." I told her angrily.

"Just because you have no love life, Astoria, doesn't mean you have to come and ruin other people's stories about theirs." Daphne said. "You're only mad because it was about Draco."

"Wha-Wha-What? Does that have to do anything?" I stammered feeling my cheeks turn red.

The two girls snickered and Pansy said. "Aww, look, little Tori is jealous."

"Don't call me Tori." I spat. "I'm not jealous. I could care less about your stupid boyfriend!" I yelled and walked out of the room.

Just keep telling yourself that.

"Oh Daphne! You look beautiful!" My mother said as she rushed into the room me and my sister were getting ready in. We were getting ready for Pansy's 16th birthday party. It was extremely formal and every pureblood high class family was invited. Unfortunately, my family fit under this category. Daphne had on a green ball gown with her reddish-brown hair in long curls down her back

"Thanks mom you look gorgeous, too." She said. My mother was dressed in a sophisticated black halter with her blonde hair in a sleek up do.

"Oh, Astoria," My mother turned to me. "You look. . . nice." I just rolled my eyes. I wore a simple black dress and let my wavy blonde hair fall softly around my shoulders. I hated going to these stupid parties. Especially, when they were at Pansy's.

"Mother, do I have to go?" I asked.

"Yes. Quit complaining about everything, Astoria." My mother snapped. "Daphne never complains." She smiled at my sister.

"Well, I'm not Daphne."

"Obviously."

"Stewart! Leona!" Mr. Parkinson greeted my parents. "Lovely for you to come."

"Well, Daphne wouldn't miss it for the world." My father smiled.

"Ah, Daphne how are you, dear?" Mrs. Parkinson asked my sister.

"Wonderful!"

"And. . . you are?" Mrs. Parkinson asked me.

"Astoria." I grunted and my mother gave the look.

"She's my youngest, Violet." My mother said.

"Oh, how nice." Mrs. Parkinson said and she turned to greet the people who had just walked in the door.

"Narcissa! Lovely as always!" She said. "And this must be Draco."

"Yes, Ma'am" I heard him say.

"Pansy's over there. I'm sure you'll be looking for her."

Draco? Why does Draco have to be here? Why didn't I think of this before? Of course he would be here. He's always with her. I might have actually put some effort into my appearance if I would of thought of it. Well, he's not going to notice me any way. I've always been overlooked. I'm not pretty, I'm not sweet, I 'm not athletic, I don't get straight O's, and I'm not the perfect Daphne. I was just the sensible and witty, but terribly plain, uninteresting, and dissapointing Greengrass daughter. Why would Draco ever notice me?

"Astoria!" I heard someone call and my best friend, Corrine Bletchley ran over to me.

"Oh thank God you're here!" I shouted when I saw her.

"You look gorgeous." I said. Corinne was wearing a lovely purple evening gown with her dark hair in a sleek bun.

"You look great, too." She said smiling sweetly.

"No I don't. Quit lying."

"I'm not lying, Astoria. You don't give yourself enough credit."

"Well, you know what my parents are like."

She look sympathetically. "Well, that's why I'm here. To make sure you know how wonderful you are."

"You're the best, Corinne."

"I know." She shrugged.

"Look there's Draco!" Corinne pointed at him.

He was dancing with Pansy.

"Ugh. He's dancing with that pug-faced freak."

Pansy looked ridiculous tonight. She was wearing a frilly pink dress. Half of her piled on top of her head and the other half down with a slight wave.

"What does he see in her?" Corinne asked.

"I don't know but I wish I had it." I said

"That's pretty much saying you'd sell your soul for Draco." She laughed. "Come on Astoria, no guy is worth becoming Parkinson."

"Draco might be."

"You're ridiculous." Corinne said. "Don't worry. You'll get him one day. And I swear you won't have to become Parkinson to get him."

"Whatever."

"Just you wait, Astoria."