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Andromeda Pegasus


Prologue- 7:05 PM

I've always hated Daphne Greengrass. Naturally, I avoided her during the entire stint of that ridiculous "Slytherin reunion". The half-empty room betrayed the glum faces of the lone Slytherins with enough dignity to even show up after the fall of the Dark Lord… for the second time. I'm not sure why I even attended such an embarrassing event, but at that point, I was at the bottom and could only hope on climbing upward. You couldn't get lower than me. It's difficult to find a job, fresh out of Hogwarts in addition to being a former Death Eater. There I was, 20 years old and still living with my depressing mum. One might assume that my parents quit their Death Eater ways when Voldemort fell. On the contrary, they became even fiercer in their beliefs despite the near death of their only son. The only consolation is that my father was locked up in St. Mungo's after a debacle involving a feigned death and doxies. My musings were interrupted when I saw a 5'7" brunette woman wearing the most atrocious leather robes. Note that leather and robes are not a typical combination. She was prancing around in snakeskin heels with the most monstrous fur bag. She could have kept a boggart in that thing, I swear. Looking as bored as I felt, I noticed her staring out of a window pensively. And for some reason, I walked over. Yes, she was wearing an outfit that could rival Rita Skeeter on a night out to a wild rave. Yes, she looked very intimidating. But I couldn't deny that something about her poise and confidence drew me in almost immediately. I strode over, mustering up every inch of man in my body.

"Hello. I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy." I said with a smirk that I thought would look sexy but probably looked far from it. She glanced at me, raised her eyebrows slightly, and went back to looking out of the window.

"Can I get you a drink?" I tried again, hoping I sounded cool and collected… but failing. I sounded more desperate than anything; like that old bloke Harry Potter trying to snatch a date for the Yule Ball. What happened to him anyways? The real question is: Who gives a shit?

"No." She spoke slowly, articulating as much as possible with a two-letter word.

"OHHHHHH HEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYY!" shouted a shrill voice from across the room. I immediately recognized it as belonging it to Daphne Greengrass. I groaned in despair almost reflexively. She ran up to me, grabbing my arm forcefully.

"I see you met my little sister, Astoria! She just graduated. I finally convinced her to come out with me, she's been holed up in her room for months brooding over this bloke that totally dumped her for someone—"Astoria interrupted abruptly.

"Daphne, please, can you shut up? I'm sure he doesn't care. I wasn't holed up in my room brooding, anyways. I was— never mind." Astoria showed no sign of discomfiture or awkwardness. Daphne let out a large "HUMPH!" and stalked back over to some poor bloke with a beard who seemed more interested in Daphne's body than what she actually had to say (but who can blame him?).

"Your sister is great." I lied blatantly through my teeth and it showed.

"Don't kid yourself, I can tell you hate her." That was when I realized that I would never be able to pull anything around Astoria Greengrass. I laughed uncomfortably.

"You're right, she's… uh… annoying. Never liked her." I figured that this would be the time to start being honest.

"Me neither, and we're blood relatives—"

"I'm a pure blood, y'know!" I interrupted stupidly. She nodded slowly, looking quite confused (understandably). I suppose it was just a deeply rooted habit from all those years at Hogwarts, defending my father's honor, which I am no longer interested in doing.

"I'll ignore that. You don't seem like a rapist or murderer, so I'm going to invite you outside with me." She smirked. It was the slightest hint of a smile.

"Cheers!" I felt the corners of my mouth form a grin, unable to contain my already apparent infatuation with this woman. For a while, I didn't even notice the obnoxious clacking of those bloody snakeskin heels. We stepped out of the nearly vacant room and onto the busy streets of Hogsmeade on a Friday night, the fresh winter air hitting our cheeks.

"Ugh, these wretched shoes!" She moaned, balancing herself on my shoulder while taking her shoes off and holding them with one hand.

"Won't your feet get cold?" I inquired.

"Probably." She didn't seem to consider putting anything on her now bare feet. I laughed in what I hoped was a seductive manner.

"What's wrong with your voice? You sound like a werewolf on spliff." She giggled in possibly the most gorgeous way any human being could ever giggle. Before I could help myself, I put my arm around her. Despite having just met me, she didn't resist. In fact, I thought I saw those beautiful lips twitch into the smallest formation of what could possibly even resemble a smile. The silence in the air was anything but awkward.

"So, anything planned for this evening?" I asked, even though I knew that if she was coming to a Slytherin house reunion, she obviously had nothing better to do.

"Yes, I was definitely counting on streaking through Hogsmeade bare naked." She chuckled. I knew she was joking, but I began to take off my jacket anyways.

"Wait—what are you doing?" She paused as I struggled to untie my shoes.

"Are you stupid? I'm streaking through Hogsmeade." A playful smile danced across my face.

"Wicked." I couldn't help but look over when I saw her removing that god awful leather cloak and revealing a plain black frock beneath. I tore my eyes away long enough to remove everything but my knickers. At this point, passersby began to notice that two people were stripping in the middle of a sidewalk. Eventually, she was in nothing but her bra and panties.

"Well, aren't you going all the way?" I chortled.

"Only if you are." She snapped. I dropped my knickers and waited for her to remove those excess pieces of clothing. I keep hearing that the cold weather isn't good for a man's… "pride". It didn't matter. This moment wasn't sexual. It was two people falling in love in a rather unorthodox way. Before I knew it, we were walking arm and arm, stark naked.

"WE. ARE. NUUUUUDIIIIIIISSSSTTTTTS!" She suddenly broke out into a fast-paced run, me chasing after her.

"FREE YOUR BODY, FREE YOUR SOUL!" I joined in on the loud chanting that was attracting more people's attention than I could ever notice. At the time, it felt like just me and her.

"GO BARE OR GO HOME!" She bellowed. I was laughing so hard and running so fast in no definitive direction that I could hardly breathe. We ran and ran until the streetlights and pavement turned into the mountain past Dervish & Banges. The people turned into trees and the sidewalk turned to grass. It was like we were running away from everything.

"AAAWWHGGGHHH!" She squealed and the next few moments I can't separate from one another. All I know is that somehow she ended up on her back on the soft grass with me on top of her. I figured that this wasn't the moment for sexual advances, or even a kiss. I just looked into her piercing green eyes and found what I had been missing for so long. It made my dark past suddenly illuminated by the most brilliant light. I rolled off of her and helped her up like a gentleman should.

"Oh, God, it's freezing!" She began to rub her arms frantically. I instinctually wrapped my own arms around her, ignoring my own shivers.

"What do you say we go steal some blankets?" We both stared off into the glittering hustle of Hogsmeade.

"I feel like we've committed enough crime for one night." She let out a sly, mischievous smile, then Disapparated completely naked and I followed suit, ignoring my mother's stares of shock when I strolled through our house nonchalantly.

And that is how I met my wife. I would love to say that every moment was that joyous. That would be a lie.