MAHAHAHA, I'VE WRITTEN A NON-BACK IN TIME PIECE!
And I'm not even sorry, coz I needed a break.
Well, okay, I am a little sorry. I just was exploring Pottermore and then I read the list of Purebloods and there was Greengrass, and there sprouted an idea. What if at first their marriage was arranged? If you like it, I'll unravel the rest of the plot, but no sense if typing it out if you guys think it's rubbish.

"I hate you, you know.

-I'm sorry?

Draco Malfoy whirled around to face the owner of the feminine voice that had seemed to adress him a second ago. He did a double take as he took in her appearance. The girl was nearly his height, had dirty blonde, choppy hair that fell in unintentionally curled locks over her shoulders, dirty blonde eyebrows and the darkest lashes he'd ever seen. She hid her face under a few messy bangs. Her eyes were pitch black. He was nearly breathtaken before he remembered who he was.

"Oh well, I'm so sorry to hear that, but -you see- I don't even care who you are. Goodbye.

-Astoria Greengrass.

-What? I'm sorry, what-

-I'm Astoria Greengrass.

-Can't be.

-Why on earth not?

-Greengrass are supposed to all have green eyes." He leaned in, and made as if to examine her eyes carefully. Her lip curled and she stepped back.

"Nope. No green.

-So sorry to break the myth. But, well, Malfoys are supposed to be gentlemanly, so I guess it's not that hard to imagine that all members of a family aren't what they're reputed to be." His eyes widened. Then narrowed.

"Nice eyeplay there, Malfoy. Careful though, if you use these muscles too much they might freeze up and you'll be even uglier than you usually are.

-What makes you think I'm not gentlemanly?

-Well, you just walked straight through a door that had been opened for a first-year, called a girl pork-like in the middle of the great hall loud enough for her to hear and told me you didn't care who I was when I was ready to have a remotely civil conversation with you.

-You do know we're going to be officially engaged in three weeks right?

-Ho, I'll run away with before I let an arranged marriage make me have to be around you.

-Thanks for the sentiment but I think quite likes it being with Filch. But you know what? Hate me all you want, It'll only make the wedding night more fun."

WHACK.

That's when Draco Malfoy stopped believing that the worst girls were capable of in the pain area was slapping and pulling hair.

-Next time, that will be a knee you-know-where to prevent you from burdening a poor girl with your repulsive family traits one day, you arsehole.

And that's when Draco Malfoy fell in love.

WEIRD. This came from "Girl on fire" by Alicia Keys Minaj. It's a wow song. Maybe I'll continue this but I think it has a crappy ending, so let's say it's complete unless you guys like it.