Quick, spur of the moment thing. Felt a bit guilty since I forgot about Astoria Goode's request for Astoria/Draco from ages ago. So here it is, in very loose terms. This was a bit experimental and I don't typically write in this fandom, so feedback is appreciated :)
Tragic affairs have always chosen to happen on Tuesday's when it came to the Greengrass family. Things ranging from my first period (look Astoria, look! what's that bit of red on your skirt?) to my mother's passing (flies buzzing noisily around the bloody noose) one sunny July evening.
Useless for me to even hope that the world would be kind to me on the third day of the week. In fact, I ought to declare it a National Holiday for Unlucky Losers. There was rarely any point in getting out of bed, because disaster lurked around every corner. I suspect I was cursed as a baby. My whole line of unhappy witches and wizards doomed to jumping after dangling carrots (uncle Barty had no time to scream as he tumbled off the cliff) were blasted with dark magic.
Except I don't want to be another failure. In this case, being a reject is what I want. If the whole family is a rotten bunch of ugly tossers than is there anything strange about longing to be the black sheep? An odd-even Lovegood-thing to say but what else is there to live for when the world is crashing all around me?
Some days I pay attention to the political battles in the common room and that is the how and when of how I notice him. A coward's eyes and pretty blond hair. A poison masked by noxious perfume. How lovely. But I understand him, because I know failure. It is my defining feature.
Daphne didn't approve. She wanted Draco for herself; not smitten with him for his looks or even nasty charm, but because Daddy Dearest wants an alliance between families and the best way to seal the deal is if she seduces the Malfoy heir and pops out a pure-blood baby.
And at first I'm spiteful, sabotaging every attempt because I'm selfish. I don't have any chance at happiness, and my sister shouldn't either. It was rather rude of her to try to steal something I'd staked my claim on and she ought to be taught some manners.
Yet, I do win in the end. I'm married on a Tuesday, and I beg and beg and beg til my throat is raw not to be, but Draco insists because it is an Auspicious Day for Malfoys. This must be my punishment for daring to be happy, but I don't care. I've succeeded. I've become the black sheep, and didn't marry the Right Guy or Knight in Shining Armor, because there will never be anything good for a Greengrass born on a Tuesday.
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