Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter

A/N: Here it is everyone. I finally decided to write a multichapter fanfic about Draco and Astoria. I hope you like it. I also want to say, I am working on the last chapter in Fighting Thunderstorms so please don't think I abandoned it.

The Tale of a Greengrass

"You remember the Malfoys right Astoria?" my mum asked me, on platform nine and three quarters.

I nodded shyly.

This was my first year at Hogwarts. I was excited but scared at the same time. My older sister Daphne stood next to me, chewing her muggle gum loudly and staring at the Malfoy boy. I would always tease her saying she 'loved him'. Daphne protested differently and claimed they were just friends.

"Daphne!"

My head spun around to see one of her friends, Pansy Parkinson, waving her over.

"May I mother?" she asked politely.

I rolled my eyes.

"Of course dear."

Mum hugged her and Daphne took off with her trunk and cat.

Great, I thought. Who was going to show me to the train? I got worried easily. When I did, I would start playing with my bracelet and switch my weight from foot to foot.

That was what I was doing at the moment and mum knew how I was feeling.

The train whistle blew, signaling us to hurry up.

"Mum," I whimpered.

She looked at me sternly.

"Fine. Mother," I corrected.

It irritated me that she would not answer to mum. Other kids called their parent mum and dad. But no. I was expected to call mine mother and father. I was a pure blood after all. I promised myself that if I had kids someday, I would let them call me mum.

"Narcissa," mum started. "Do you think Draco would mind showing Astoria here a compartment?"

"Of course not Camilla," Narcissa replied with her fake smile.

I was an expert at reading people.

Draco looked down at his feet and I saw an expression of 'do I have to'?

I was would feel the same way. He was a third year. Helping a teeny first year was out of the question in his head.

"Come on then Astoria. We might as well go," Draco spoke up.

"Bye mother," I said to her.

"Be good and make us proud dear," she told me, with a hug.

I grabbed my trunk and trailed behind Draco through the mob of people. I climbed the steps onto the Hogwarts Express.

The corridor was narrow so I kept tripping over my feet, avoiding older students. Once I accidentally ran into Draco.

"Seriously Greengrass," he said, turning around to face me, looking irritated. "How much of a klutz are you?"

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"Most of the empty compartments are down here so I suggest you find one. I'll see you at Hogwarts then," he told me. I watched as the blond boy moved around me to leave.

"Thank you," I called.

He turned around and gave me a feeble nod.

I peered in the doors of the possible compartments. Most of them had snogging couples or older students. I decided to go with one that had three girls in it. Two of them looked around my age and the other one about a fifth year.

I slid the door open.

"Am I allowed to sit in here?" I asked them.

"Sure," one of the girls said.

I pulled my trunk in and heaved it up onto a rack then placed my eagle owl, Twilight, beside it. I took a seat next to the blond hair girl.

"Who are you?" asked the older one of us.

"Astoria Greengrass," came my small reply.

"I'm Taylor Lyke," she said with a smile. "Sixth year Ravenclaw."

"I'm Betsy Lyke," the girl next to her spoke up. "First year--- uh, I don't know what house," she finished.

I laughed.

"And you are?" I looked over at the girl beside me.

"Sara Miller," she whispered. "I'm a first year as well."

"Me too."

"I have patrolling duties now you three." Taylor stood up. "Behave," and she exited.

"So, what house to you want to be in?" Betsy asked.

She had a dirty blond color of hair and was fairly short. Sort of like her sister.

"Gryffindor," Sara softly said again.

With a voice like that, I guessed her personality was soft as well. I highly doubted she would be a Gryffindor, but if she wanted to, I supported her choice fully.

"And you?"

"Slytherin," I said, avoiding eye contact from the girls' who's eyes had widened.

"Why Astoria?" Sara asked. "Do you plan on becoming a dark witch?"

"Nope." I shook my head. "My sister is in it so I plan landing there as well. The whole generations of Greengrass's have ended there as well."

"I plan on being a Ravenclaw," Betsy proudly said. She pulled up her muggle pant legs to reveal gray and blue striped socks. "See."

"Interesting."

Betsy and I did the talking mainly. Sara joined in occasionally. I hoped that even though I possibly might be a Slytherin we could still be friends.

Suddenly the train lurched to a halt.

"Are we there?" Betsy curiously asked. She rubbed the window to peer outside. "It doesn't look like it."

I looked up as the lights began to flicker and then they went dead. All of the warmth in our compartment left. I could see my breath.

"What's happening?" Sara cried. She made to open the door, but I pulled her back.

"I don't think that would be the best idea," I warned.

The train lurched forward again and Sara yelped.

"Shhhh," Betsy told her.

Above I heard Twilight, along with another owl hoot.

Then, as if we were in a nightmare, the door slowly opened. A rotted looking hand was pulling it. I stayed as still as possible. Some type of hooded figure peered in. All of my happiness was slowly fading, getting replaced with horrible memories. I was freezing. Then the nightmare I had as a little girl started replaying itself in my head. As soon as it began it faded.

When I opened my eyes, the lights were back on and we were moving once again.

"Are you all okay?" I asked.

Sara looked pale still and Betsy was silent.

"Yeah," they whispered in unison.

I heard running footsteps and Taylor flung the door open.

"Good, you three didn't pass out," she let out out a breath of relief.

"What are you talking about Tay?" Betsy wondered.

"Harry Potter was reported to have had passed out."

"What were those things?" Sara looked at Taylor.

"They're guards of Azkaban prison called dementors. They were looking for Sirius Black."

We all looked at each other knowing who she was talking about.

"Eat this." She handed us each a chocolate bar. "It makes you feel better. You should start to get dressed into your school robes. We're arriving soon." She closed the door.

I quickly ate my chocolate bar and reached up to get my trunk.

"I hope I never run into another dementor as long as I live," stated Betsy, reaching up to get her trunk.

I think we all hoped that.

I had just arrived at Hogwarts and it's more amazing then I thought it would be. Unfortunately the first years couldn't sail over. It was raining hard. Kids were whispering on how the giant squid might have attack us. I thought otherwise. The giant squid would not have attack us.

Betsy, Sara, and I stood in the entrance hall, eagerly awaiting our sorting. I adjusted my green headband on my head. My brown hair was done in braids, thanks to Daphne.

"We are ready for your sorting," an older lady said. "I am Professor McGonagall. Please follow me this way."

The Great Hall doors swung open and we started walking down to the front. I looked over at Daphne, who was hardly paying the least bit of attention to me. It sort of hurt too. I always looked up to her as the best older sister ever. Maybe I was wrong.

"When I call your name, I will place this hat on your head and we will find out where you will be," Professor McGonagall said. "Breeden, Gordon," she started.

I watched as the boy went forward and sat down on the stool.

"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat called.

The Gryffindor table clapped eagerly as Gordon took a seat.

"Barris, Riley."

The girl sat down. I could see her shaking with nervousness.

"RAVENCLAW!" the hat announced once again.

She jumped off the stool and smiled as she sat down at the table.

This might take awhile until my turn.

"Flannery, Wyatt."

"SLYTHERIN!"

The boy took a seat.

"Greengrass, Astoria."

My heart skipped a beat. It was my turn! I slowly walked up to the stool. The hat was placed on my head. It went down past my eyes.

Hmmm... I heard a voice inside my head. Your sister is Daphne Greengrass. Slytherin am I correct.

"Yes," I whispered.

I don't see you as cunning as her though. In fact I don't see you as a Slytherin at all Miss Greengrass. You are too loyal for your own good and you have a way of getting along with almost anyone.

I hated where the hat was going, but I knew it was telling the truth. Maybe being a Slytherin wasn't what I needed to achieve.

"Just put me somewhere already hat," I told it.

"Very well," it finished. "HUFFLEPUFF!"

My world had just went down to hell. My sister eyed me with disgust as I slowly made my way over to to the Hufflepuff table. Why did the hat have to put me here?

"Lyke, Betsy."

I watched as she went up there.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat cried once again.

At least that was something to look forward to. Betsy took a seat beside me and gave me a smile.

"It will be alright Astoria. I'm sure we'll find someway to move forward in this house," she comforted.

"Miller, Sara."

Sara made her way to the front. I hoped she would get her wish and land in Gryffindor. Ugh! Why am so nice? That's what landed me in this horrible house in the first place.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

A breath of relief came out. She had got her wish and I was happy for her. Maybe she was braver than I thought.

Once the sorting finished, Dumbledore came up and gave us rules and regulations. He also told us about the dementors that would be guarding the school. That made me feel even worse than I felt now. After dinner, I followed our prefects to our house. Daphne made no attempt to congratulate me.

I found out that the Hufflepuff house was down by the kitchens. When I entered my common room, I noticed that it was decked out in black and yellow, my new house colors. That reminded me.

I took out my headband and charmed it yellow. Daphne taught me how to make it change colors.

"Girls dormitories are on the right, boys are on the left. You'll find all of your belongings in your room. Have a good night sleep. Classes start at nine o'clock tomorrow," the prefect said.

I started up the steps with Betsy. Our door was labeled first years. Betsy opened. The room looked half way decent. It had five four poster beds. I found my trunk and laid down on the bed that was behind it.

"My parents are going to kill me," I moaned.

"Try to pretend you're happy Astoria," Betsy told me. "You and me are spending seven years together in this house."

I shook my head.

The other three girls sat on their beds.

"We might as well start with introductions," one of them said.

I sat up.

We told each other who we were, a little bit about us, and our goals and ambitions. This is what I learned about them so far.

The girl across from me is named Greta and is from Scotland. She has long straight strawberry blond hair and has two brothers and sisters. The girls next to her is Rachelle and is from France. She has short black curly hair and lives with her aunt and uncle because her parents were killed in the first Wizarding War. The last girl that I didn't know is Haley. Her hair is a dark brown that is chin length and straight. She's from Switzerland and her parents are divorced. She has a brother.

It was nice to meet these other girls, but I still wished it was other Slytherin girls I was meeting.

That night I lay on bed and tossed and turned. I reviewed everything that had happened today. Thinking back on Draco I felt a weird feeling go through me. One that I had never felt. Maybe my stomach just hurt.

I hoped classes would replace my feeling of dread in this house.

A/N: So here's the end of the first chapter. I had to get everything set up and known. She will start to have romantic feelings and interactions with boys but she is only a first year. Please review! I'd like to hear what you have to say.