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The Extraodinary Phenomenon That Is Astoria Greengrass,
As told by Daphne Greengrass
"Truth be told, I was pleasantly surprised tonight, Draco," I told him. "Instinct told me I should hex you first and ask later, and with how you broke it off with Parkinson, I was a bit skeptical. I thought you were just trying to get into my knickers," I admitted. I leaned in, ready to be kissed, and felt him doing the same.
Except, our lips never met. "Greengrass," a deceptively sweet voice reminiscient of one Delores Jane Umbridge, may she rest in the many pieces that the vengeful families left her in. "I mean, Daphne, I'm soooo, glad your home. Is this your new boyfriend, it's such a pleasure to meet you," the unfamiliar girl who looked like a twisted version of myself said while giving Draco a more than ample view of her bosom.
"Who the bloody hell are you?" I asked, deadpanned.
"Silly Daph, It's me, Astoooria, your little sister, remember?" she asked.
"I don't have a sister, I'm an only child," I said rather flatly.
"Are you feeling well, Gre- I mean Daphne?" she asked, subtly flicking her wand, casting a nonverbal imperious on me, urging me to go along with it. Were it not for the new laws suggested by House Potter, making it standard for all ministry personnel to be able to shrug off the imperious curse, I would have believed that this harlot actually was my sister.
"Wow, your like everything I liked about Pansy, and everything I like about Daphne rolled into one!" Draco exclaimed. "Would you do me the honor of accompanying me to dinner, say..."
"Friday night?" the scarlet woman suggested.
"Perfect," Draco replied, seeming to have forgotten that not five minutes before he had made a date with me that same night. Draco dismissed himself.
I glared the girl down. "Pansy, is that you?" I asked her, the Legendary Ice Queen that had kept me on neutral ground with the Slytherin's, due to Draco's actions, sworn enemies, the Golden Trio, coming out in my voice. In spite of herself, she nodded yes, almost ashamed. "You brewed polyjuice potion trying to ruin my relationship. In your excitement, you didn't notice that it wasn't quite right. You added the hair and drank, not realizing the faults until you couldn't go back. I imagine it was agonizing, having your complete existence, or as Granger put it, your entire genetic makeup, change in those few scorching moments. I hope you enjoy that which you have stolen, Pansy, but next time I see you, I will hex you to oblivion."