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Summary: Astoria Greengrass was a smart girl yet throughout her life she came across some sillys things.
A/N: We dont know much about Astoria Greengrass apart from the fact that she marrys Draco and has a son, Scorpius with him, so this is OC. When i think of Astoria i imagine her as someone who was somewhat an outsider most of her life...i dont know...i think of her as understanding and kind yet strong, stubborn woman that can deal with things others couldn't (Like being married to one Draco Malfoy.) Anyhoo i wrote this little ficlet and decided to post it. Sorry for any mistakes and stuff...i'm still learning!Lol xD After each mmm...line thing, thingy...its a different moment from another time. There annoying i know but...yeahh.
When Astoria Greengrass was eight years old, her mother finally let her outside during one of her family's summer garden parties. Daphne had always bragged about how much fun they were and because she was three years older than Astoria, she had been going to them a lot longer. So that was a lot of fun Astoria had missed out on. But then again, Astoria always missed out, she wasn't aloud to do the things her sister and her friends did because she was the youngest.
Daphne was the Greengrass girl everyone knew, the older, prettier one; she was the favoured daughter who was showered with affection and attention. She was the one who had the groups of friends and who got all the limelight.
But Astoria had grown used to Daphne being the main focus of attention at a young age; she liked being the quiet one, the smart yet boring one, the unattended daughter who's parents wanted to be more like her sister; Astoria loved them and they her, but their disappointment was shown now and then.
But as she stood in her manor gardens watching the many witches and wizards she had never seen before converse noisily about boring adult things, she couldn't help but smile rather brightly. She felt very pretty tonight in her pink dress and matching shoes; her brown hair was all done up with pins and lilies and her lips shinny with the charm her mother had used.
She told herself that she was going to have fun.
And during that night: she did, for that was when she met Draco Malfoy.
She had sat alone on the grass near to where their home Quidditch pitch lay; she was still smiling brightly. Astoria loved Quidditch; it was very unlady-like according to her mother yet Astoria had a deep passion for the sport. She played now and then with her father (she liked to think that during those times, her father didn't care so much that he didn't have a son because Astoria acted like a boy sometimes to the displeasure of her mother), she didn't mind getting all wet and dirty; it was all in the game. She never tried to be or act a lady; that was Daphne's job. Astoria liked to live life and dreamt of working for a living while Daphne liked boys and dreamt of marrying and having children.
Quidditch was her thing, the one thing she had and was good at; she was in the limelight, in her element, when it came to brooms and seekers. It was something Daphne could never be good at.
So now she was enjoying a little rest in her favourite spot, after two hours of walking around talking to adults and putting faces to names she had always known. Many had told her she was very beautiful and each time she had blushed and thanked those with a smile. She felt pretty, pretty and happy.
So much so, that she felt prettier than Daphne for the first time.
And to her that was anything but silly.
When she returned to the party she found her sister talking to a boy around her own age.
Astoria had skipped across the garden grounds, both eager and excited, to meet one of her sisters' friends, but as she approached the two she noticed something different about the boy.
It wasn't because his hair was so blond it was almost white, or because his eyes were grey and unlike any she had ever seen. No, it was how he acted that made him so different.
He stood very straight and proper; like how mother made Daphne stand and when he moved he walked with a stride that she had only seen her father and his friends walk.
He acted like a man and not the boy he was and she thought him rather silly for doing such a thing.
'It's a pleasure to meet you, Astoria. I'm Draco Malfoy.' the boy drawled before smirking and bowing to kiss her hand.
He talked like a grown-up too, silly boy.
It was then when Astoria promised herself that she would change him. She didn't know how or why she had thought such a thing, but she promised it all the same. She didn't know how she would change him or even if she could.
But she would, she'd make him take off the silly mask he wore.
At the young age of eight, during her first summer garden party, Astoria Greengrass first saw her future husband and at a young age she promised to make him happy.
The silly boy he was.
'A good strong-headed man, that what you need, Astoria.' The little nine-year-old huffed and crossed her arms tightly over her small chest as she sat on her chair. Her mother paced in front of her, telling her off; for yet again Astoria had played out in the rain and caught cold,
'Heavens, I don't know how any man will manage you. He would need to have the will of a saint and a taste for burnt food; for you're no cook, that me tell you that young lady…not like our Daphne…I don't know where we-'
Astoria stopped listening to her mother then, she'd heard it all before. Her mother would go on about how hard it was going to be to find her a husband, one of pureblood and high standing, one that would put up with her 'unlady-ness', and one who was willing to take her and not expect much.
Astoria always replied with,
'I'm not going to marry, mother.'
Her mother put her hands on her hips and frowned down at her and little Astoria knew what was to come and she had to bite back her reply,
'No, your not if you stay the way you are! What man would want a wife who plays sport instead of cook, what man would take a woman who's covered in muck and smells of sweat! No man will take a woman who cannot be a mother to children or clean a house!'
Astoria wanted to shout at her that there was someone who would. She knew Draco would marry her; he liked that she played Quidditch instead of cook; he laughed when she fell of her broom and got all dirty and he shared her thoughts that babies were stupid and annoying and that they never wanted any.
Yes, she would marry Draco. Then her mother would be happy and stop shouting at her. Yes, Draco would want her; he could marry her and take her away from her annoying mother. Astoria wanted to tell her mother that: that she knew of a man who would want her and would take her, but for now, she remained silent and watched her mother as she threaten to take away her broom: with a smile.
What a silly woman.
She was first kissed when she was ten.
It had been mid-summer, during Dracos' summer break from Hogwarts. He had finished his second year and was starting his third while Astoria was starting her first. They were sitting on her pitch, brooms to the sides, Snitch and Quaffle motionless on the ground. The sun shone above them, making them both sweat, but she didn't care, Draco was imaginatively describing his last year to her.
She had nodded and smiled and heard nothing he said. She was watching his hands; he had very long fingers, perfectly manicured and slender and she recalled with a smile how they had stretched out and encircled the snitch just minutes before. On his pointer and index fingers he wore a ring, each showing his family's wealth. Draco's family was very rich; but Astoria never thought about things like money or wealth, there were more important things in the world; like Quidditch.
He told her about the Chamber of Secrets and of the horrid Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher who had loved himself, he told her of the people in his year and how popular he was with the rest of his house. She smiled and nodded but didn't hear his words until he spoke of Parkinson.
Astoria hated the snobbish girl. But apparently Draco didn't.
'You what?'
'I kissed her. It was just a kiss nothing big, it wasn't like I snogged her.'
Astoria felt like hitting something; like having a childish tantrum, but she showed nothing of her feelings like she had been taught. She would not act childish in front of Draco, he thought of her as a child already,
'Oh, I see. Why'd you kiss her?'
He shrugged, and replied,
'Felt like it.'
'Oh, ok.'
She suddenly didn't feel like talking anymore, she felt angry. Not with Draco but with Pansy. She wanted to take to the air again, to fly and have the Quaffle in her arms as she forgot about Draco kissing Pansy.
'I don't think I will ever be kissed. I'm not pretty enough. Not like Daphne, she's been kissed lots of times already.'
He had looked at her, really looked at her in a way that made her uncomfortable, and shook his head,
'No, you're not pretty like Daphne,' that hurt. She felt as though he had it her in the stomach with a broom, 'you have a wild beauty, like a unicorn or something. Much better than Daphne's pretty-ness.' he finished with a smirk.
Astoria had smiled and threw her arms around him. He was such a good friend, he was lovely and always kind to her, he always had been since they met.
She giggled and pulled away only to feel that he wasn't letting her move away from him.
'Look at me.' He said tickling her ear as he did so..
And she did. She looked at him and his thin lips, now set in the smile that he saved for her and light grey eyes.
'Why do you think you'll never be kissed, Astoria?'
'I don't know, I can't think of anyone who would kiss me I guess.'
'I'd kiss you.'
She hadn't had time to reply before he continued,
'Here,' he had put his finger, one of those long elegant pointers, under her chin and pulled her mouth towards his, 'put your lips like this.' and he pouted his lips ever-so slightly and opened them a bit. She watched his lips and coped his actions.
'There. Easy.'
Then he kissed her.
His lips were wet yet very warm and soft and smooth. She liked how they moved against hers and she found herself smiling.
But then he stopped and she pulled away blushing. He had smirked that ever-knowing smirk and let her go so they could get their brooms,
'See, now you cant say you've never been kissed.'
'I guess…why did you kiss me Draco? Do you like me?'
She had hoped he'd say 'Yes,'
'No, well, yes, I like you as a friend, and as I friend I helped you out with your first kiss. See, smart aren't I.'
'Oh! Yes, very smart, Draco! Thank you.'
Her childish mind never thought much more on the matter but she never forgot the feel of his lips on hers.
But it was just a silly kiss anyway.
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