A/N: Astoria and Draco, anyone?
Astoria knew, the very first time she saw him, that he was the one for her. It began, quite simply, at the Greengrass Manor.
She had been preparing for a dinner, and quite an elegant one. She was wearing mint green robes, ones that matched her eyes. Her honey blonde curls were allowed to be free, floating just past her shoulders in quite an elegant way, if she did say so herself.
All her sister's school friends would be there, and she was not looking forward to the dinner very much, because it would mostly be Daphne fawning over the many boys that were sure to come. At just seventeen, Astoria knew she outshone her older sister in beauty, and Daphne knew it too. It was a point of contention between the sisters, one of several.
To say that the Greengrass sisters did not get along would be an understatement. But, Astoria thought, if they did, her life would have turned out very different.
So it was almost seven in the evening when Astoria swept down the stairs, head held high, diamonds glittering at her throat and ears.
It was at that moment that she first laid eyes on him. He was beautiful, and Astoria knew she had to have him. He was holding hands with that cow, Pansy Parkinson, but Astoria was not unduly worried. She knew she was far more alluring than Parkinson would ever be. She struggled briefly to hide her smirk.
It was smirk that burst out fully when she was introduced to him. Draco Malfoy was his name, and she smirked to know that he was one of the most prominent figures in pureblood society. His family had been shamed, it was true, but that was all the better reason for him to marry her, because her family was still in good standing.
They danced that night, much to Parkinson's anger, but there was nothing she could do. Astoria laughed a lot that night, and by the end of the evening, Draco Malfoy was completely wrapped around her finger.
There was much scandal, later that month, when Draco dumped Pansy Parkinson. It had been expected that they would marry, but now, it seemed that was not a possibility. Imagine the matrons' surprise when he announced his intentions to court Astoria Greengrass not even two weeks later. Their's was a whirlwind romance, and they were set to be married after not even quite a year of dating.
But on the morning of the marriage, no one could deny that the young couple was happy, and it was as if they were born to be together. Star-crossed lovers, the elders would whisper.
Perhaps it was true. They were, after all, perfect for each other. And Astoria knew, deep in her heart, that she hadn't been wrong that night at Greengrass Manor.