Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. It belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Dedication: For my best friend Sandra. Thank you for always being there for me and encouraging me to write.
A/N 1: How Draco and Astoria met is something that has been intriguing me for a while. So I decided to write this fic where in each chapter they meet in a different time and place and in a different way. The chapters do not follow a chronological order because there isn't one, as every chapter is meant to be Draco and Astoria's first meeting. Enjoy! :)
Scenario One: The School Library
Pansy glared at him and stood up.
"Where are you going?" he asked in surprise.
"Leaving you to stare at Professor Sinistra's arse in peace!" she snarled.
"I wasn't –"
Too late. Pansy marched out of the Library as he stared at her dumbfounded.
What in Merlin's name had happened? He hadn't even noticed Professor Sinistra was there! Honestly, you think about O.W.L.s and space out for a while contemplating the coming exams and people just assume stuff!
"Girls. There's no understanding them," he muttered to no one in particular.
"Don't try," said a soft voice near him. "Men have tried for centuries and with not one ounce of success."
He turned and the only person sitting there was a Ravenclaw girl; short, skinny and blonde.
In other words, not his type.
"Did I ask for your advice?" He sneered.
She didn't raise her gaze from Weird Wizarding Dilemmas and Their Solutions and threw a question back at him, "Did I ask if I could give it?"
He scowled at her insolence and, thinking he could intimidate her with threats, said, "I'm a Prefect. I can take away points for insubordination."
At last she looked up; her eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue he had ever seen.
Draco mentally kicked himself for having such an idiotic thought.
She closed her book and rested her chin on her hand as she leaned forward to talk to him.
"It seems to me she's insecure in your relationship and thus accuses you of ogling other women and, indirectly, of cheating or wanting to cheat on her. Denying it won't solve anything because she's thoroughly convinced that she can no longer hold your interest and her only option is to lash out at you. There's a second possibility: she is suffering from a guilty conscience and is transferring the guilty act to you so she can assuage her own guilt. Either way it all comes down to insecurity, I think," she finished with a prim nod.
"Who are you?" he asked, grey eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"Your conscience."
He froze for a few seconds until she smirked at him. He scowled again.
"No, really. Who are you?"
"An opinionated Ravenclaw," she said dryly and Draco suspected she had been told that many times.
"Tell me something I don't know." He looked down at her in a superior way, a raised eyebrow daring her to continue to speak.
She pretended to think it over.
"My sister thinks you're a prat," she announced happily, looking victorious for some unknown reason.
"Who the hell is your sister?!"
"That's for me to know and for you to find out." She paused before adding, "Actually, you don't have to find out. You already know her. What you don't know is who I am. And since you don't know who I am, you have no idea who my sister is and therefore will never find out who I am," she said triumphantly.
"You're confusing, you talk too much and you're annoying," he said flatly, really not impressed with her attitude.
She raised an eyebrow and said, "On second thought, you could try understanding girls a little more. I heard there's this book called Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches, you should read it." She got up and flipped her hair over her shoulder, giving him a contemptuous look. "Who knows, you might need it someday."
She walked out of the Library and for a moment there Draco wondered why he was having a girl walk out on him for the second time in a matter of minutes.
Who was she, anyway?
Meh, what did he care. It wasn't like he would ever want to talk to her again or, Merlin forbid, want to marry the annoying little blonde…
A/N 2: In Fifth Year Draco was probably under the impression that his Slytherin buddies worshipped the ground he walked on, so if Daphne and perhaps a few others didn't like him Astoria would have found it hilarious that he was oblivious.
So what did you think of this first scenario?
