Okay- so I tried the whole Harry Fanfiction before…and it just didn't work. I hope this one appeases to you guys more and lets you into the world I've been epically failing to mould.
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I hate this I really do And you don't see it…
Day by day I'm used by you…
as you tear me up, piece by piece
But you still don't care…
"Draco, you shouldn't have." Astoria Greengrass smiled ravishingly at her condemned future, Draco Malfoy. It was not that she didn't find him attractive, by any means he was physically appealing…but it troubled Astoria that ever since she'd met Draco he'd never smiled, did not even spare a mere chuckle. He carried a weight, a burden that he only seemed fit to carry. It was not a trait, in any sense that Astoria found attractive. However- only a year after the war everyone looked like that…didn't they?
"A gift, to ease the misery of our future together." Draco spoke clearly, deeply- a Malfoy never mumbled. Astoria grimaced. It wasn't a necessarily a secret that to the core a Greengrass and a Malfoy- on a personal level should never be together. However- as bloodlines go it meant everything.
Astoria smiled, only now realising the actual gift Draco had given her. It was a pendant of a snake, gleaming silver and what appeared to be emeralds along its spine.
"It's beautiful. Thank you." Astoria smiled softly; for she indeed believed it was l- it seemed to be a part of her, her history in the Slytherin house, her friends, her family, and her perfect, self-contented life…her life before the forced match of Draco…
Astoria turned and let Draco lace the necklace around her. He did it methodically, without emotion. Astoria weighed herself in the prospect of loneliness…it didn't seem fair…she was beautiful….why did she need to be alone? As the necklace centralised itself on her chest…Astoria felt the pendant begin to move…slither…hiss. She gasped, moving away from Draco and daring to touch the pendant, fingers inches away from the now living creature harbouring on her chest.
"What have you done to me?" Astoria screamed, trying to scramble away from Draco.
"It's charmed. I have to tolerate you for the rest of my life. I might as well make it easier on myself." Draco spoke clearly, directly, piercing Astoria's very soul with his cold, grey eyes.
"I hate you." She spat, before she felt herself losing who she was…
"As do I." Draco remained emotionless, walking away from the shaking Astoria as her body tried to fight the controlling charm, the heels of his shoes echoing in the empty mansion that was now his.
…
It was Servus Snape's one year anniversary of his death. Astoria walked solemnly besides Draco, her serpent pendant lying still against her chest, her face, her walk, her ego an exact match to Draco's.
They may not be married now- but they strode and paired together perfectly. Both remained rather emotionless, at least as far as Astoria's inner thoughts perceived. She- the essence of herself was trapped, it was like a mirror was placed in front of her so that the image outside only portrayed…nothing, truly nothing.
"The front seatings, no doubt." Astoria spoke, walking through the main isle, attracting glares, nods and certain smiles from the crowd that began filling the empty chairs.
"I'd rather you didn't speak Astoria." Draco informed, taking the second from the front rows of wrought iron chairs.
She quietened immediately, sophistically watching the grey, dark clouds above- a fit backdrop for the day.
"I should have known they would arrive." Draco spoke clearly, to no one in particular.
Astoria didn't dare turn, her inner-self however craved to know who it was, the true Astoria Greengrass wanted to praise or judge them. However, it soon began to daunt on Astoria that the only available seatings was one beside Draco and two beside Astoria herself. In unison, Draco and Astoria sat straighter in their chairs, spoke no words and face forward towards the looming grand tombstone that was Servus Snape's grave.
"Have at least some respect." The voice of a girl with beautiful honey brown hair, and awful red-rimmed eyes placed herself- rather to make a point next to Draco- Astoria recognized her immediately, the mudblood, Granger.
Astoria didn't turn, but she knew the words that would have come forth from Draco. Instinctively, maybe because the pendant commanded her, made Astoria reach for Draco's hand and squeeze it. "Some respect for the departed." She seemed to command.
"Only if he does." A redhead muttered beside her.
At this Astoria turned to him- Ron Weasley- she remembered, and smiled. Astoria's inner-self was shocked. A smile, she'd almost forgotten what that was like…
…
Draco didn't know why he stayed. After that absurd hand gesture he decided the respect he had, and still has, for his former Professor was enough to endure the presence of Potter, Weasel and the Mudblood.
As the procession began Draco clamped his fists together. He refused to show his sadness, his grief at the loss of Snape. He was like a Father, a true idol, the only person that Draco felt…safe around. Draco didn't understand why the unsavoury trio attended…and deep down Draco didn't want to know.
"He was a true friend…a great professor…I remember…" Someone Draco didn't care about was talking about his time with Snape. However the words echoed around his head, through his ears…and the sadness…the grief made him turn his head to the left…he closed his eyes…willing for composure.
"He truly was filled with brains, smart when it came to people too…"
Draco opened his eyes, the unexpected wave emotion settling. His first sight was the colour of brown, concerned, warm brown eyes…
"And when he loved, he hid it, covered it with anger, mistakes…"
Draco faced hurriedly towards the front, his gaze and posture turning icy, the grip on his trousers tightening.
"…Malfoy…" Granger whispered. Draco didn't dare turn his head again.
"Amen." He faked the word foreign against his tongue. Weasel scoffed.
The random speaking the last few words of his endless monologue, wiped under his eyes and left, returning to his seat to waiting comforters. Draco, watched with certain envy as Potter stood up silently, a hush working over the crowd. Potter stood in front of the crowd, looked behind him for a moment and turned back towards his listeners. Draco stared blankly, almost unwilling to hear Potter's words.
"No one knew Professor Snape as I could…" He began.
At this Draco stood tall, and began to exit, that line was enough. "Astoria."
"Malfoy wait…" Hermione began to stand, blocking his exit.
"What for?" He answered rhetorically, daring Granger to continue to block him.
"If you don't mind Malfoy I'd like to finish." Potter's voice answered his question, also in the tone of a dare. Draco turned, no pairs of eyes were on him- the crowd was giving their attention to Potter. Draco sat, wondering why the only person not looking at Potter was Granger; so wrapped in thought Draco as he sat back down, didn't notice that Astoria didn't follow him the moment he stood. Still didn't notice that she had shone a small smile…towards Ron…
Ah, I hope that didn't bore you. I chose and Astoria/Ron because no one rarely thinks about Astoria, how she ended together with Draco. Also, Hermione and Ron's attraction I believe is still blossoming and sorry if this seems a little OCC, it won't be its just Hermione get her first glimpse of emotions from Draco and I think at this point he noticed hers…
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