EDIT (4/26/14): i wrote this fanfiction a couple of years ago when i was like 13 & a friend helped me because english isn't my first language; it's pretty simple and short. right now i'm not even in the harry potter fandom anymore and i don't like draco/astoria that much, but this is one of my first fanfics so i just can't delete it. enough of me rambling, enjoy.
AND NOW I REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME WE MET
"So you are Daphne's sister."
A sneer made its way through the boy's face, making the girl sitting in front of him tense.
"I don't like being identified as Daphne's sister. I am me, Daphne is Daphne," she replied, clearly annoyed. He laughed inwardly. He has always loved toughies.
"Alright, alright. Then what's your name?"
The girl opened her mouth wide, surprised, and then quickly closed it. "You are my fiancé and you don't even know my name?"
Draco sneered again. "I didn't choose you for your name, I chose you for your blood," he replied with a shrug.
She got even more irritated. "This means when you look at a girl you don't even pay attention to her face, body, eyes, personality… you just think about her blood. You are pathetic, Malfoy."
"What's your order, sirs?"
The waiter made his way among the people that were crowding the restaurant where Draco had taken Astoria out to eat. It was a Muggle one, as Draco wanted not to have his parents around for a while.
In fact, for no reason would Lucius Malfoy enter a room held by such dregs.
That afternoon, the Malfoys and the Greengrass had met to talk about the wedding that was to be held when the two would be of age, which actually meant four years later, as soon as Astoria would fatally be seventeen. Through the whole day, Astoria had been clammed up, close-mouthed, so the boy was rather surprised by the answer he got, and became even paler than usual at his wife-to-be abrupt tone. He quickly recomposed himself and gently asked for two steaks with potatoes. The waiter curtseyed, not before glancing at an annoyed Astoria, angry because Draco had ordered what he wanted also for her.
"I needed revenge," he simply stated. Some minutes of silence passed; Draco was playing with his fork and Astoria was looking at her nails, which she had painted of a bright orange that day. "Anyway, my name is Astoria," she mumbled.
He looked at her sarcastically. "Is it, really? I didn't know."
"So why…?"
"I just wanted to see how you were going to answer." She blushed.
"You wanted to know the real reason I chose you, didn't you?" asked Draco, smiling.
Actually, Astoria wasn't sure at all of her will to know the answer, but before she had a chance to reply the waiter interrupted the boy by serving their food.
"If he approaches again, I Crucio him," mumbled Draco, making Astoria laugh.
"Do you remember your first day at Hogwarts?," he suddently asked.
As she entered the Great Hall, Astoria felt shivers of terror. On one side, the teachers, watching the group of curious newbies, on the other side the four House Tables, Syltherin included, who seemed to be fixing her insistently. She had no memory of the Sorting Ceremony, except for when McGonagall, as she got to letter G, called loudly«Greengrass, Astoria»and she heard the Syltherins whisper something to her sister Daphne.
But she remembers very well what the Hat had told her, which was that she had the intelligence of a Ravenclaw, and surely courage was not a lack of hers, but still he chose Syltherin for her, for the various controversies the Greengrass family could have raised otherwise. After that, she headed trembling to the Syltherin table, who kept clapping hands, while her sister made signs of approval.
She sat between a girl called Rosie McCarrol, who would soon become her best friend, and a third year boy who kept staring at her in curiosity for the whole dinner. After that he eventually turned to Daphne saying, almost screaming"Greengrass, your sister is a really pretty girl, you know? Maybe in some years I could pay her some of my attention."
At those words, much to Astoria's delight, Daphne had stood up, calling quite hard his names, and she was about to Crucio him, if it hadn't been for Piton, who rapidly stepped in.
"Yeah, I remember," finally said Astoria, pushing away those thoughts, coming back to present. She got surprised at Draco's laughing, "When a Malfoy decides something, he stays still on that decision."
"This means… you actually like me?"
This time Malfoy hesitated, "Let's put it this way, Greengrass," he began. "If you promise you'll be a good Mrs Malfoy, then it's a yes. But you have to prove yourself right."
Well, if that was what he wanted… she could even try. She had nothing to lose, now had she?
"Oh, I almost forgot, Greengrass: your idea of going camping at the seaside for our honeymoon, it just disgusts me. I thought you would have preferred, I don't know, something less stressful and more… romantic?"
At those words Astoria smiled. Yes, she could definitely try to be a good wife for him. She wasn't feeling uncomfortable at the boy's presence. The annoying waiter, coming with the bill, interrupted the two once again. Maybe, thought Astoria while Draco was paying, it could go better than I may think now.
At least, she hoped so.