Okay, this is a little one-shot possible 2 shot about Draco and Astoria. Told from Astoria's POV. Sorry if it's really bad, but I had a lot of fun writing it with my friend, P.A. Faraway who needs a fanfiction! so I hope you guys enjoy it as much as we did!

I sat on the ledge by my window, twiddling my thumbs and staring at the gray sky. Every day has been like this since the war, a never ending day and sitting under a perpetual gray sky. Even though it's been nearly three years, nothing has changed, but everyone has. My family has practically disowned me because I tried to fight. I have no idea if any of my fellow Slytherins made it out alive. I feel like I have a weight on my shoulders pulling me down every time I thought of the war. Like, like I shouldn't have made it out alive. I disobeyed orders to leave the castle immediately. I stayed; I tried to fight, and nearly got myself blown to bits!

I closed my eyes and remembered the bright colors flying out of wands and a killing curse missing me by a centimeter. I shuddered. That was the worst day of my life. Merlin, I'm lucky to be alive. But some people should've survived instead of me.

I stepped gingerly off the ledge to go to the mirror and fix my matted, dark brown hair. I took out my wand and fixed it. I looked at my tear stained face and mascara had dripped down my cheeks. I walked to the bathroom and washed my face. It's been like this every day since the war. Crying, dreading, and resenting. Bloody hell, I should've listened when they told me to get out of there.

Although I resent staying, I wish I could find out what happened to everyone. It felt like I was missing something important. I contemplated what it could be as I dressed in black jeans and a dark green shirt. Could it be the lack of life that I had after the war. Well, some were worse off than I was. Take Draco Malfoy for example. From what I've heard he's been distant, lifeless, and threatened to hex anyone who brought up the war. Sounds like the same Malfoy I remember growing up with.

I didn't want to deal with the thoughts that stabbed at my heart and dared tears to roll down my face, so, I decided to head out. I walked out the door and apparated to The Three Broomsticks. I haven't been there in ages! Perhaps I'll see a few familiar faces.

I walked inside and as I was about to sit down, I saw someone sitting at the table next to me. He had blonde hair that hung down slightly over his face and gray eyes that had dark gray circles under them. He looked like a bloody mess. Could it be...

"Draco Malfoy?" I asked. He gave me a cold glare.

"What the bloody hell do you want, Greengrass?" He shot at me. Same, cruel Malfoy. I thought.

"What are you doing here? I mean, I haven't seen you in ages!"

"My being here is none of your business, Greengrass." He turned back to the table.

"What if it is, Malfoy? It's been such a long time, I haven't seen you-" He cut me off.

"DON'T BRING IT UP." He growled.

"I was just going to say that I haven't seen you in a while. That's all. There's no need to act like the prat you were back at school." He got up from the table and stood above me. I looked up at him innocently.

"Who are you calling the prat, you're a damned Greengrass."

"Just like you're a damned Malfoy." I smiled at him. I really hope things had changed, but I guess I was wrong, war does things to you.

"You're right on that one. Being a Malfoy," He laughed. "Why the hell would I tell you what my life is like? You could never understand what that bloody war did to me." He spat.

"What if I can," I said, "I'm not the child that I was back at school and you're not the only person that went through that hell you know. In case you didn't notice, you're not the only person in the world. But that doesn't matter because you never let anyone understand. You don't give anyone a chance." Bloody hell, he has changed, but not for any good. Draco gave me a look, like he was surprised that I stood up to him like that. Honestly, I surprised myself, too. I never thought I'd ever get the chance to stand up to Draco Malfoy.

"Come with me." He grabbed my arm and dragged me outside.

"Doesn't seem like I have much of a choice now, does it?" I muttered. He must've heard because he shot me an I'm-gonna-hex-you-if-you-don't-shut-up look. I didn't care about that damn look, so I shook my arm out of his grasp and continued."We all have choices, Malfoy, and with those choices comes responsibility. When you decided to become one of them," And by them I meant Death Eaters, "You didn't take responisbility. Instead, you let innocent people die, you tried to throw yourself off of the astoronomy tower, and you let anyone that ever cared about you hurt." I laughed.

"You have no idea what it was like. I wanted to protect the ones I cared about, but I ended up hurting them. That's what you don't understand."

"No, I do understand that. I just don't get why you have to be such a nasty git all the time." I muttered.

"It's my nature." He smirked.

"Weasley was right. Maybe you are just a two-faced-" He cut me off.

"SHUT UP!" He yelled.

"See? There's the nasty git!" He grabbed my arm again and began dragging me under the dirty gray sky. "Where are you taking me, anyway?"

"That's for me to know and for you to find out." He grinned deviously, gaining back some of the haughtiness he had back at Hogwarts. Some people never change.

"So you're not planning on letting me go anytime soon?" I inquired, the corners of my mouth turning up in the barest hint of a smile.

"Doesn't look that way."

"Nasty git." I muttered under my breath.

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?" He snapped.

"I called you it before, why take offense now?" I sneered, my voice full of venom. "So, now will you tell me where you're taking me?"

"Not a chance, Greengrass." He smiled, laughter coloring his voice.

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~Astoria Clare and P.A. Faraway :) 3