Yes this is a short chapter, but I want to update for you lovely readers. I promise there will be longer chapters! :D Please R&R
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Chapter 4
Draco stared at his mother disbelievingly, the goblet of juice in his hand falling and shattering to the ground. His mother sat on a chaise, raising her brow at him as his father read the paper.
"I can't marry Astoria Greengrass, she's absolutely nutters! She shoved me off my broom during Quidditch practice when I tried to get her out of the way of a Bludger," Draco exclaimed, his face showing shock. His hands waved around, punctuating his passionate words against Astoria.
"Well, she's brave then. One boy touches, her and she reacts. That is good defense Draco darling," Narcissa chuckled, stirring in a teaspoonful of sugar into her tea delicately. She looked at her son smugly, and was quite ecstatic at the marriage.
"Bravery? I was the one being brave, I risked my arse to get her out of harm's way if you haven't noticed yet, Mother." Draco retorted coldly. His nostrils flared angrily and he clenched his hands, absolutely horrified by the sudden change in his life.
"Shut up Draco. Plans have been set already. You are marrying Miss Greengrass when she turns 18 and that will be that," Lucius Malfoy snapped, hitting his silver-topped cane on the polished marble floors. Draco exhaled angrily and stormed out of the drawing room, navigating through the mansion to his bedroom on the third floor.
Slamming the heavy door behind him, Draco flicked his grey eyes to the girl sitting on his desk, and she looked back at him with her cat-like blue eyes. She sat with her back to him, and her glance was from over her shoulder. Pansy smiled at him and turned around.
"Pansy, you have to leave. I-I can't be with you," he quietly said. Pansy Parkinson's eyes widened at Draco, and they filled up with anger and pain. She stood unsteadily and walked over to him, the heels of her shoes hitting the floors aggressively.
"So it's true, you choose Baby Greengrass over me," Pansy hissed menacingly. Draco's brows knitted together and he leaned against the bedpost of the large four-poster.
"You knew Pansy? And yes. You're going. We never had a real connection Pansy, it was all passion and there was no sentimental value to me. If I stay with you, I risk everything because my parents will not approve," Draco blankly replied, playing with the silver ring on his right index finger. Pansy let out a humorless laugh as she raked her long fingers through her black bob.
"So basically, I wasted our school years on you. Daph told me about it Drac. She knew from a while ago," Pansy smirked.
"Please leave Pansy. Things have changed, you know my parents already disapproved and we can't carry on," Draco softly said, pointing at the door. Pansy looked at him incredulously, her eyes cold and unblinking. Her red lips parted, ready to retort at him venomously, but Draco beat her to the punch. He slammed his hand against a table murderously, and at the sharp sound, Pansy flinched and turned on her heel and ran out.
Seconds later, he heard a crack in the outside his window and knew Pansy was gone. Heaving out a weary groan, Draco sat at his desk and closed his eyes tightly. Why Astoria? They have loathed each other for four years and running, and also all the taunting they endured from each other as children when the Malfoys and Greengrasses convened. Propping his legs up on the fine wood table, Draco couldn't help thinking of her delicate face. Those deep green eyes framed in lush lashes, when she closed her eyes, her lashes would pop against her pale skin. Merlin, he hated the girl, but why was he thinking of her? Was this what they called a love-hate relationship?
He honestly did not know, but at the moment, Draco Malfoy knew that this marriage would be a wreck.
Astoria opened her eyes the morning after hearing about her engagement, and sighed as she buried herself in the thick white comforter. Her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked like she stayed up all night. Ink stained a section of the white paneled walls in her room, where she hurled a bottle of ink in frustration. Today, she would formally sit down with Draco and his parents to discuss the marriage and conditions. Astoria was dreading dawn to come, and it came quickly, bringing a melancholy grey light with it.
A knock came at the door, and Astoria did not reply in any way. She buried herself deeper in the luxurious bed linens and closed her eyes tightly against the unwelcome sound. She knew it was her house-elf, Milla, and if she replied and showed she was awake, Milla would get the Mistress. With a sigh, Astoria got up and prepared for the new changes that would take her life away.
Short :( But I'm rather proud of it :) I promise there will be longer chapters, I know you guys want them. 3