Draco decorated his new apartment with the manic enthusiasm of a bored housewife. For the first time in ages, he wasn't sitting around in hollow stagnant rooms. Each and every time Astoria visited him, something had been added or rearranged for the millionth time. Personally she thought it was adorable, the pride that he was taking in something as commonplace as the placement furniture. She had shared this opinion with him and had been awarded a scowl. Draco had then listed a long litany of adjectives preferable to the word adorable. Unable to contain herself, Astoria had burst into peals of laughter in between the words, "dignified" and "charming". Resentfully, Draco had stalked off, much like an offended cat.

More and more often, Astoria popped by Draco's apartment, staying there until the wee hours of the night before Apparating back to Greengrass Hall. Draco hated to see her go, to hear the loud crack of her leaving. He was tempted to ask her to stay, to extend the invitation from the king sized bed, maybe tangle her up in those 500-thread count sheets. But he hesitated, remembering her warning not to get to used to her presence. Despite that, there had been no sign of her whirling away to the next thing or person that caught her fancy. And he hated to toot his own horn but, toot toot. She came to him more often than not and Merlin knows that if Astoria was going to be a metaphorical bird then he only wanted to be the nest to which she returned rather than some gilded cage. Draco liked to think that she knew that.

Astoria Apparated onto the steps of Draco's apartment building. She loved the place, it was like bits and pieces of all the places she had ever been and Draco lived in it. Up to the fifth floor she trudged before she knocked on Draco's door before letting herself in. There he was, his tall figure bent over and inspecting the oven seemed to be issuing smoke. Astoria plopped her bag down on an armchair and went to stand next to Draco. "Alright there, Draco?"she asked bemusedly, looking at him fondly. "Oh, Astoria!" Draco popped back up and placed an enthusiastic kiss on her cheek. "Something's off with the oven, I'm trying to charm it to work." He explained, spreading his large hands as if to illustrate his complete helplessness. Smirking at the smudge of oven grease on his pale cheek, Astoria whipped out her wand and pointed at the oven. Almost instantly the oven stopped smoking and Draco's mouth dropped. "How did you -?" he asked, looking at her in surprise, Astoria laughed at his expression. "A pureblood witch is taught to have excellent performances in the kitchen and the bedroom, Draco" she said primly.

He could feel his cheeks turning pink and cursed his pale skin. He really couldn't help it, Astoria couldn't just nonchalantly drop mention of her in a bedroom and not expect some sort of reaction. He could tell that she was laughing at him, her eyes were sparkling with mirth and she was trying to conceal a smirk. She transfigured the salt shaker into a white apron with frills, of all things, around the border and tied it onto herself. Several spells and charms were cast and only two minutes later water was boiling, bread was being sliced, a salad tossed, and a bottle of champagne was pouring itself into two flute glasses. Astoria herself was laying the table in a manner more appropriate for a formal dinner party rather than two twenty-somethings eating dinner in a new apartment. Draco was rather taken aback. Sometimes it was easy to forget that Astoria came from the same formal background that he did. She was just so light and airy, like water that trickled through your fingers and ran everywhere, tumbling as it goes. Maybe it was this moment that Draco Malfoy really fell in love with Astoria Greengrass.

After the dinner, when the dishes were scrubbing themselves, Astoria and Draco sat on the plush couch in comfortable silence. Draco was thinking about how good that food had been and whether or not he could persuade Astoria to cook for him all the time. Astoria was more concentrated on the small circles that Draco was absentmindedly tracing on her thigh. She had worn a dress despite the chill that was starting to creep into the October air and the contact with her bare skin was driving her more than just a little crazy. After a few more minutes this Astoria was fairly sure that she would implode if she didn't do something about it.

Draco was taken aback when Astoria launched herself at him. She threw one long graceful leg over him until she was straddling him. His momentary shock wore off quickly as her warm lips went to work on his. Her hands threaded themselves through his hair and then tugged, eliciting a groan from him. He clutched her slender waist and then let him hands roam freely down her body, feeling its curves. Meanwhile Astoria was making quick work of the buttons on his shirt, tugging on it insistently until Draco shrugged it off. With a elongated sigh she ran her hands down the smooth planes of his chest, feeling the tensing of the muscles underneath. Her slender fingers danced around his waist, tugging on his belt impatiently. Somewhere in the back of his mind, the tiny piece not entirely focused on kissing Astoria, he wanted nothing more to help Astoria with his belt. But the pureblood manners that had been hammered into his head caused him to grab Astoria's wrists, effectively bringing everything to a screeching halt. Astoria's eye were huge and darkened and seemed to ask him why he had stopped. "Astoria," he said hoarsely, "are you, are you-?" Astoria attacked his lips with hers, "Draco Malfoy, do not ask me if I'm sure, you silly, silly man." She said as she kissed her way down the smooth column of his throat.

Astoria liked Draco all the more for asking her if she was sure she wanted to keep going. Really she was sure that she had never been surer about anything before. His hands which seemed to be everywhere were driving her absolutely mad. She nipped Draco's shoulder and he moaned loudly. Losing patience, he dragged the hem of her green sundress up above her head and tossed it carelessly on the floor. Draco slowly dragged his hand over her black lace bra, deciding right then and there that black lace was the best thing in the world and couldn't possibly look any better than it did against Astoria's creamy skin. Astoria tugged him closer than she had previously thought was possible. The pair of Slytherins managed to stand and Draco carried her into the bedroom, depositing her on the bed before closing the door and joining her.

When the morning sun shone bright and warm, through the tall windows in Draco's bedroom Astoria's eyes fluttered open. After momentary confusion as to where she was, she realized that Draco's arm was snaked around her waist and her back pressed to his chest. Now she was wide awake and vaguely unnerved. Astoria had fallen asleep with men before, she had had sex before. That wasn't what worried her. But here she lay, snuggling with Draco Malfoy. The feeling was new and what surprised her was that she liked it. Timidly she shifted infinitesimally closer to him and fell back asleep. Draco smiled into her hair. He had woken up when he felt Astoria stiffen next to him. He had lain there, almost able to hear her mind whirring. When she snuggled closer he had smiled in smug victory and joined her in falling asleep again.

When Astoria woke again it was to the enticing smell of something cooking in the kitchen. Draco was noticeably absent from the vast bed so she pulled one of his old Quidditch jerseys over her head and wandered out into the kitchen. Draco was standing in some ridiculously expensive-looking silk boxers making pancakes. Astoria noted that he looked far less dignified with disheveled messy hair. "Good morning," she said cheerily, planting a kiss on his shoulder. He smiled at her brightly, "hey" he said, "I like your shirt." Astoria laughed, "I like you," she retorted pouring herself some orange juice. Draco smiling to himself while flipping pancakes. Then he turned abruptly, "move in with me," he said, looking at her intently. Astoria took a long sip of the orange juice before turning to face Draco and raising a manicured eyebrow. "I like you here, I like this, I like us." Draco continued, feeling like he was babbling but unable to stop it. "Sure," she said, turning back to her orange juice. "What?" Draco asked, unsure if he had heard correctly. All of a sudden her lips were on his and their hands were everywhere. The pancakes got burnt that morning.

** Sorry its been so long! I hope you guys like this, the oneshots will probably get farther apart because I want to write about their most significant days/times/moments. Let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!