A/N: ANOTHER UPDATE?! Wuuuttt? Haha this is the result of boredom and cramming because I start summer school next week & won't be able to post as often ): but I hope you're loving the updates and the way the story is going.

A few people have PM'd me about the three non-Greengrasses and how they would like to see their perspective on the Greengrasses… So here are short drabbles that actually go very in-depth! Enjoy ~

Two months later – January

Penelope's POV:

"Alex, have you your mother a birthday letter yet?"

"No. I haven't. I have to go to work now."

And just like that, he was gone again. Sigh. The months directly following our wedding, I had met the side of Alex that I never believed to have existed. He really was all that people had made him out to be – in simpler words, he was perfect. I had learned that his favorite Quidditch Team was Puddlemore United, although he despised Oliver Wood. He had a strange liking for the Vomit flavored jellybeans and hates the taste of oranges. I had memorized the way his face lit up whenever he heard the rain begin to pour outside. I still remember the way his brows furrowed when I told him how much I hate the rain – and I remember his animated debates that would follow. "It's chaotic and hectic and unpredictable and it just reminds me that nothing is set in stone." I still smile when I remember how he rolled his eyes when I told him he was stupid for thinking that. And somewhere in between our 4 A.M. conversations in bed to our jogs around the pond by our house, I caught myself falling in love with.

But when winter started and the weather became colder, so did he. I no longer found him lounging around the house and rarely did he ever join me for meals. My first instinct told me that he had taken a mistress…I had always heard of Pureblood husbands taking mistresses, but never in a million years did I think that I would be part of this tradition. It's only been five months – there's no way he could already be fooling around, right?

I found myself staring out the window as I started to rain. The rain was hitting the ground hard and storming down hectically – I was glad that it felt the same way I did. I finally understood why Alex liked the rain. It gave me the biggest reality check – Nothing is set in stone.

Theo's POV:

I like to tell myself that it got easier. I thought that maybe if I told myself that "some things just don't work out" enough times, I would let the feeling in the pit of my stomach go.

But it lingered. It lingered through the numerous Death Eater meetings and new missions we were called to do during holiday. It lingered during holiday dinners and balls and it lingered on New Years when after midnight, I was alone. They tell you that it's hard and that it hurts but they never tell you the feeling of describing the empty space in your life that still smells like them.

The days grew darker and the Dark Lord grew more impatient and furious as the search for Potter continued. He was harder on us because we were expected to give him information through student's gossip. But with no new information, he punished and tortured us, leaving a visible toll on our flesh. When I would end the day in my bed with numerous bruises and gashes scattered around my body, I would stare at the picture of little Daphne. Although I craved nothing more than her solace, I put down the picture and tried to rewire my brain. The little girl that I was once enamored with is light years away from where I lay now; this was for the best. I closed my eyes and rested with my hands behind my head.

The days will eventually pass quicker than I thought.

Draco's POV:

As the days grew darker, I tried my best to distance myself further away from her. But as the bags under my eyes became more evident and my weight dropped she never wavered. Instead, she sat with me in silence, running her fingers over the new bruises that stained my body and casting spells to heal my scars. She would stroke my back whenever I woke up in the middle of the night, screaming at another memory of someone who had died or been tortured at my hand. She penetrated into my world and thoughts and became the epitome of my biggest fears – she had understood me.

Even the days where I would beg, "Leave me alone. You don't need this in your life. I'm a terrible person I've tortured people. Watched them suffer and die. There are others who are healthier for you, Astoria." She would respond, "But I choose you. And even if you were to obliviate me and exile me to the other end of the world, I would find you. And I would choose you all over again."

After even the worst of missions, I would come back to her and she would find a way to crack even the smallest smile on my face and rub my cheeks with her thumbs.

I was falling for her harder than I hated myself.