This is my first story ever, i'm excited to see how it will go and if anyone will like it. I would also like to know if there is someting to improve etc. so i hope you'll review; if you do - i'll be your best friend forever ;)
I don't own Harry Potter. And i don't own Draco Malfoy, although i wish :) I don't own Astoria too (nor any HP character you may find in my story) but since JKR hasn't written about AG much, this is how i imagine her. This is her story. And of DM ofc :) I'm not sure if i'll always write in this POV, probably will be changing from Draco to Astoria. I'm not sure, tell me what you think. I would appreciate it very much.
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Astoria Greengrass has always been different than her sister Daphne. Daphne was girly, talkative, fashionable, snobbish. Astoria was shy, liked to read and get lost in her own world where things were better. Where war wasn't about to come. Where her father wasn't a Death Eater. Where her parents loved her and weren't ashamed of her for being who she was.
She didn't like parties and gatherings her parents held and went to, she had no sense of fashion and acting in public on such occasions. Instead she could be clumsy and stutter when she was nervous and many other things, so after much fighting and desperate tries to make something of her which all ended without success, they just drop it like a lost case.
To everyone who bothered remembering they have another daughter, they lied that she was ill and therefore rarely got out of her room. Which was true because while the particular party was being held in their house she wasn't to come anywhere near till it was over in case anyone sees her and she of course wasn't taken on gatherings her family attended ever.
Her sister spent most of her time perfecting the walk, dance, smiles and such in front of the mirror so she would impress everyone with her manners, attires, make-up, elegance and grace. She certainly would get adequate husband, her place in high society, and uphold the family honor. This sounded so meaningless to Astoria when her mother would start arguing with her for not being like that, like her sister, like she was supposed to be.
Astoria could see the question forming in her mother's eyes even if she didn't say it out loud - why did she come to be. . .wrong? Maybe because her parents were so pleased with how Daphne was growing and acting, they didn't pay much attention to her younger sister and in the end she ended up like she was now.
Or maybe it was meant to be that way.
That's what she kept telling herself, because she hoped that maybe she was meant to be that way for someone, someone who's not like the people her parents associated with. Someone different, a dream prince every girl at least subconsciously had, who would take her away from all this misery into that better world she always dreamed of.
That's what she kept telling herself, because it hurt less than having her parents always preferring Daphne and little by little but more and more, over the years, pushing her away.
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But something was about to change ...
