First of all, I am not the magnificent J.K. Rowling. She owns Draco and Astoria as well as Hogwarts. I just wrote the story.
Second of all, This is my very first fanfiction. Please be kind.
And, last, but not least, please review it. I'd like to know if I'm on the right track or not.
"You've never been to a dance before?"
"I was too young to go to the Yule Ball, Draco." Astoria reminded him.
The pair of them were sitting on the grass, outside of Hogwarts. Or, well he was sitting, she was lying on her stomach with a book in front of her, with her dark her neatly tied up to keep from falling into her eyes.
Ever since the war had finished it had been warm outside. It was as if the weather could sense how many people needed to see the sun, after such a long time of dreadfullness and dark.
Even though many of the students had left Hogwarts as soon as they could, there were a few that stayed behind. Draco had at first wanted to leave the school he had always loathed, but Astoria wanted to stay. And though he would never admit it, he'd do anything for her. Hogwarts was home to Tori, it was a place she could escape her family, to do what she wanted to without her parents supervision, to date whom she wanted to without her parents disapproval. And her parents were definately not fond of Draco. No matter how pure blooded he was, he had still been a Death Eater.
The Hogwarts staff had thought it to be a good idea to hold a ball at end of the term. To cheer people up a notch and to celebrate the end of You-Know-Who. It wasn't a requirement to go... it wasn't even a requirement to stay at Hogwarts, but the reminder of the student body was excited to go. Well, at least the female reminder of the student body.
"So, do you want to go, then?" Draco asked Tori for the second time this afternoon.
"I thought you didn't want to go."
He hadn't... didn't want to go to this stupid ball. There were few things he wanted more than to leave Hogwarts, and all the judgemental glares he got, and never look back. Unfortunately for him one of those few things was being with Astoria. Making her happy. And she really wanted to go to this dance. No, scratch that: She really wanted to go with him to this dance.
"Well," he began, choosing his words carefully, "maybe it wouldn't be that awful."
"But, you said that you'd hated the Yule Ball." Draco knew what she wanted to hear him say. I want to go because it will make you happy. And maybe toss in the L word as well. And he wanted to say those things, really, but the words just got stuck in his throat and wouldn't go out.
"I didn't hate it." He answered after a pause. "I'm just not a big fan of dancing, 's all.
Astoria looked at him for a moment. Draco was unable to read her face, a skill she had leaned by watching him. Draco had always been adapt at keeping his feelings to himself and letting his expression betray nothing.
Her glare turned mischievous. "Yeah, well unless you want me to dance with every other guy in school, you're going to." Then she turned her attention back to the book.
Draco tried his best to keep himself from smiling. He gave a fake groan. "You don't fight fair." He complained.
Astoria just smirked at the book. "I learned from the best." She replied.
This time he did smile.
He may only be eighteen but he promised himself he was going to marry that girl. One day he'd make her Mrs. Astoria Malfoy. Those thoughts raced through his head as his mind wandered to the ring he kept safely hidden in the left pocket of his ballroom robes.
