Disclaimer: Since there are no new series about either the marauders or the next generation, I am obviously not J.K. Rowling. If I would, there would be. :)
Author's note: Hello! Thanks for checking out this story. Since there are not enough Draco/Astoria stories and way too many Dramione stories out there, I decided to write this. I hope you enjoy this multi-chapter fic. :)
Also, this story will switch between Draco and Astoria's pov (point of view). I promise I will be very clear as to who's narrating.
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Heart of a Dragon
Chapter 1: How it all began.
(Draco's pov)
Thunder rumbled, lightning flashed, and rain pounded against my large bedroom window as I sat at my desk, waiting for the storm to pass. Waiting. That seems like all I've been doing lately. Waiting to do something with my life besides just sitting in Malfoy Manor, doing absolutely nothing. Three years had passed since the end of the second war, and I was a twenty-one-year-old man who had no job and still lived with his parents. Was that ever attractive. Even if I needed, or even wanted a job, I doubt I could get one. After werewolves and death eaters, children of former death eaters were one of the most undesirable groups anyone could possibly hire. Unfortunately, I fell into this category.
After the war ended, my parents somehow managed to escape being sent to Azkaban, but that didn't mean our life now was a bed of roses. Everywhere we went, people stared us down, as if we had murdered a crowd of innocent people. Well, we technically had, since my parents were death eaters had served the Dark Lord for a number of years, and he was probably the vilest dark wizard to ever walk the earth. Anyway, because of this, my parents and I rarely left our manor. So, my life pretty much sucked.
Glancing at the alarm clock sitting on my dresser, I saw that it was six o'clock in the evening. The house elves should have had dinner ready by then. Sure enough, when I arrived in the dining room, Mother and Father were already seated, and two of our house elves were setting the table.
"Sit, Draco." My father said as I came into the room. "We have a lot to discuss this evening."
I sat down at my place at the table and my mother began to speak. "So, Draco, what have you done today?"
I merely shrugged. "What is there to do?"
"You see, Narcissa, this is exactly my point." My father replied. "The boy does nothing."
"But Lucius, is this really necessary?" Mother asked.
"He's a pureblood, Narcissa. There aren't too many of us left, and it's about time he found a wife."
At this point, I neared choked on my firewhiskey. "What?"
Mother sighed. "You father sent a letter to Stephan and Rosaline Greengrass, asking if you could stay for the summer."
"And… why would you do that?"
"You're twenty-one years of age, Draco. I was already engaged to your mother at this point. Therefore, you are to stay at the Greengrass's and charm their daughter, Daphne, into falling in love with you."
"Why hasn't anyone asked if I were okay with this?" I snapped. "Did you ever think of that?"
"Draco, you are going to marry Daphne Greengrass, whether you like it or not!" Father yelled. When he yells like that, there is no changing his mind.
I didn't know it then, but this was the start of the summer that changed my life forever.
Author's note: Yes, I know it's short, but future chapters will be longer, I promise. Please review, I'd really appreciate it. ;)