A/N: Hey guys! This is just a little drabble series that I came up with. It's already finished and I'm going to try and post a chapter everyday!

Astoria Greengrass wasn't exactly a beautiful girl. Sure, she was pretty with her dark tresses and blue eyes, but her nose was just a bit too tiny and her chin a bit too rounded. She didn't have the high check bones of her sister or the gorgeous blonde hair. In some lighting, she might be considered beautiful, but now certainly wasn't one of those times.

So Draco didn't understand why he couldn't catch her eye when everyone knew that he was the catch of any pureblood. And he certainly didn't understand why he was so afraid to go and talk to her.

"You're staring again," Blaise informed him.

"I am not," Draco protested as he was drawn from his daze.

"Yes, you were," Pansy said. "It's pathetic really. Just go and talk to her. I'm sure she'll be thrilled to have the great Draco Malfoy's attention.

There was nothing bitter in Pansy's voice. The fact was he and Pansy had only ever been together because they were supposed to be together. If they were still together, his parents would be thrilled. Instead, they're trying to throw every available girl his way.

"I'm sure she's not that kind of girl," he sighed. That's why I like her, he added silently.

"Mate, this pathetic," Blaise repeated Pansy. "Just talk to her. You always know what to say to birds. After all, you've charmed enough of them into your bed already."

At this, Pansy rolled her eyes.

"Just leave it," Draco told him sternly.

"Ahem."

The trio looked up to see the object of their conversation standing before them. Astoria looked directly at Draco.

"I'd appreciate it if you'd stop staring holes into my back," she said matter-of-factly. "It's rude."

"I wasn't-"

"You were. Daphne told me she saw you. Several times. I am not some doll to be ogled. So if you don't mind, you can stare at Parkinson for a while and see if she'll fall into your bed as easily as everyone else does. As for me, well, I'd rather not. I have better things to do than catch a husband, which in my opinion is catching an early grave. If you'll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to."

With that, the seventeen year old marched off in the direction of the drinks.

Pansy and Blaise both burst out laughing.

"Shut up," Draco muttered, his cheeks as red as a tomato.