Author's note: I already wrote half the story and its great, if I get enough reviews I will start posting it otherwise this will remain a one-shot(: I hope you will like it. This is a marriage fiction between Draco and his real wife, AstoriaGreengrass. The girl Jk. Rowling pointed out as his wife in a interview and the mother to Draco's child. This is a very firery, eventful fic. Give it a try and just see the epilogue as a taste of a gormeé meal. Draco is pretty much in character. He is a bully, he is obnoxious and rude and he forces Ashtoria's father to promise away his youngest daughter. Draco falls in love at first sight I suppose you could say, in a very Draco way. Everything belongs to Jk. Rowling, please don't sue :) The lyrics belong to Da Kine, and is my favourite song.

You are the blue in my sky.

You're my light in the dark
You're my feet when I cannot walk
You're my voice when i cannot speak
you're my dying destiny

Epilogue

I stared at my reflection. Enormous, blue eyes stared back. I took up my platinum diamond embodied hairbrush, a gift from my future in laws, looking at it with indifference before dragging it through my thick dark blond hair. Ruffling up the perfectly curled hair with dead enthusiasm, I let out a deep tired sigh.

'Don't mess up your hair darling, we don't have time enough', said Anthony the hair dresser, his voice sweet and sugary but his eyes full of raging frustration as I continued ruining his two hour's masterpiece work.

´Do it better Anthony, or I don't know what I will do' I spit the words at him although I knew it probably had been as close to perfect as one will ever reach but it had to be better. I needed it to be better.

Anthony gave me a smile that didn't reach his eyes and took up his wand.

I smiled back at him coldly through the mirror, daring him to defy my demand. I was the superior here, I may not be the superior in my relationship or not even in my own life, but I would be damned if I couldn't decide how my hair was going to be on the day of my own wedding.

´Do it all straight´ I yelled at Anthony, anger seeping out of every pore.

´You know this isn't the way a young bride should behaving on the day of her wedding´

I felt Anthony jump with surprise at sound of the voice. I however only cast a quick hateful glare sideways at the open door where my father stood, dressed in his finest robes, with a small frown disrupting his otherwise peaceful demeanor. His eyes were unusually shiny and in his left hand he held a gift wrapped in silky pink paper.

'Most brides aren't forced to marry villains` I heard myself say in a deathly calm voice, ´in fact most brides aren't forced to marry at all.´ With the last I felt my heart clenched and my eyes started to burn madly. I cursed my father, he was supposed to be the one to keep me out of harm's way and here he was marrying me off for the sake of society climbing and money, the selfish bastard. All because I was unfortunate to catch the eye of the son of one of the most prominent pureblood families in Wizarding world, a son who apparently did not think with his heart in matters of lifelong commitments, had demanded me for a wife. My father saying no at first but after long consideration had come to the conclusion that the marriage would benefit the whole family and agreed to the proposal without my knowledge. I have to give my fiancé some of the credit though, if he hadn't been clever enough to bind my father by a wizard oath I could have simply declined the offer and run off with my, now, ex boyfriend. But as the oath has never been broken successfully without at least one of the involved dying, I'm stuck in one way direction to hell and have no other opinion but marry. Quite clever, at least, for a man whose interest in my cleavage is greater than his intellect.

So here I am five weeks later; having my hair done by an incompetent evil hairdresser for the ceremony when I will marry a man I don't know and surely as hell won't like.

I shook my head mentally and looked at the door again. My dad stood there still, his eyes at the floor, obviously trailing the wood pattern with surprising interest.

´Astoria… You will have a good life, a life which many people only can dream of... He trailed off in his own thoughts and I remained quiet. A few minutes later he begun again not sounding all that convinced anymore, ´I know Draco and his family, they aren't bad people. And young mister Draco seems to be so smitten with you.´

I stared intently into his eyes and saw the tears before they started falling.

At that instant I forgave my father.