Note: Well! I decided to post it early; I felt bad having to hold it off until Monday when it was finished! And I think the next update will be Monday? Maybe a little later; can we get more reviews? Heehee :)
And yes; I decided to portray Astoria little differently than a steriotypical fan-fic...
I guess I should write this: BEWARE; Characters, out of character, especially Draco. I try to have some sarcasm in there, but I'm not good at being mean! XD
Anyway, enjoy!
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Chapter 2
Draco walked down Diagon Alley, his hands in his pocket. He was heading off to lunch with Astoria Greengrass, his potential wife. His parents had paired them together. He didn't mind the girl, she was nice. She was just a little dull, or, possibly, extremely shy.
He pushed open the door to the Three Broomsticks, and smiled pleasantly as he saw Astoria sitting at a back booth, wearing a formfitting sundress. That was one thing he'd give her. She had an excellent body, but was a bit of a prude.
She waved, and he crossed the room and slid in across from her.
"Hello, Astoria." He greeted, smiling. He often smiled around her. He couldn't help it. The girl was lovely to look at, especially with the dress she was wearing. It had a deep V-neck.
"Hello, Draco!" the blonde girl greeted, leaning across to peck him on the cheek. She returned his warm smile.
"Lunch?" he asked, gesturing to the menus in front of them.
"Oh, I already ordered. If you don't mind. You always get the same thing." Astoria said pleasantly, smiling warmly.
"What if I wanted to try something different today?" Draco asked, cocking his eyebrow. This was the surface their conversations normally reached. They never really had any deep conversations.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! I should've waited, I just assumed that-" Astoria said, flustered. Draco chuckled.
"It's alright, love. I'm just kidding." He did enjoy joking with her. She had the most interesting responses, and it was nice to see her out of her shell.
Astoria blushed. "You called me love."
"Is there something wrong with that?" Draco asked, narrowing his eyes. Astoria shook her head, her hair bouncing back and forth.
"No." she said, biting her lip. "I like it."
Draco had a feeling she was going to be way, way out of her shell today.
Luna sat across from George at breakfast. Ron was visiting, as was Hermione. They sat next to each other, holding hands and rubbing legs under the table. Luna giggled to herself. They thought nobody noticed. Maybe nobody else did, but Luna sure did.
"So, Ron. Are you thinking of proposing anytime soon?" Luna asked absentmindedly, sipping her tea delicately.
Ron's eyes widened, and he stuttered. "I, uh, I, oh… Uh, I- Luna-uh, I-eeh, oh,"
Luna giggled. "It's quite alright. I'm sure Hermione's fine with waiting."
Hermione nodded absently, curious as to why Luna would think they'd be anywhere near getting married. Quite possibly it wouldn't happen for a few years. They decided to take their relationship slow.
"Luna, I don't really think it's any of your business…" Hermione whispered, coughing awkwardly. Luna simply smiled.
"Oh, I'm just curious." She replied. She leaned forward, looking at Hermione seriously. "I think the wrackspurts are getting worse."
George laughed, and Hermione just nodded, narrowing her eyes as Luna sat back.
"So, George… working on anything?" Ron asked, trying to bring the attention away from him. Luna happily sipped at her tea.
"I'm thinking up a few things." George replied, a twinkle in his eye. He smiled as he bit into a piece of toast, thinking about his many plans of things to add to Weasley's Wizard Wheez's. He'd carried on the business after Fred died.
"Care to share?" Hermione asked. Luna just watched the conversation unfold.
"It's top secret." George said, winking. "If I told you, I'd have to kill you."
Luna giggled uncontrollably, chomping on a rather crunchy piece of toast. Just how she liked it.
"Ginny and I went to see Ron yesterday." Luna said out of the blue. The three others didn't comment on her abruptness. Luna was always saying things out of the ordinary.
"Yeah, how did that go?" Hermione asked, rubbing Ron's shoulder. Ron smiled, and his face turned red at the display of affection.
"It was fine, Mione. Busy. Lots of people. Plus it wasn't the best place to have the whole thing, but I ain't arguing. Publicity is publicity." Ron said, shrugging.
"But I want you all to myself." Hermione giggled, poking Ron's nose playfully. Ron smiled, and Hermione pecked him on the cheek. Then she moved her mouth to his, wrapping her hands around his neck.
George cleared his throat, and the two jumped apart, both blushing. They folded their hands in front of them awkwardly.
"I saw Draco Malfoy yesterday." Luna said, her eyes distant. She was never fully there.
Ron's face wrinkled up in disgust. "Yeah. He's our new seeker."
"He was pretty good in school." Luna commented pleasantly, smiling over at George. He nodded in agreement.
"As much of a prick he is, he was a pretty good player." George added, swallowing the last of his toast.
"I guess. But he's still horrible." Ron growled. Hermione rubbed his arm comfortingly.
"He wants to see me again." Luna said, sipping her tea again. She didn't take mind to the looks of shock that passed around the table, George adopting a look of protectiveness.
"Like a date?" George asked.
Luna laughed airily, shaking her head. "No. Just to talk. He says I seem interesting." She responded.
"So, like a date." George grumbled, sliding down in his chair and crossing his arms.
Draco relaxed, rolling over onto his side, pulling Astoria with him. She melted into his arms, their bodies pressing against one another. He rest her on her side, and draped his arm across her bare waist.
"That was lovely." He whispered in her ear, gently nibbling on it. Astoria laughed against his chest.
"I suppose so. I normally don't do that kind of thing." She said, sighing as Draco pulled her closer to him.
"Well I'm glad you did." He breathed, biting down on her neck. She arched her back, letting out a moan of pleasure.
"Draco, not again, please. I really should be getting home." Astoria whispered, reaching down to pull his arm off her waist.
"Shhh." Draco hushed. "You can stay a little longer. I'm sure your family wouldn't mind you being a little late to dinner… after all, you are with your potential husband."
Astoria giggled, rolling back around, kissing Draco's chest playfully.
"Maybe a little late for dessert, too." She whispered back, looking up at him from her position. Draco looked down at her, and kissed her nose. He wasn't this gentle normally. He knew he had to be, however, if he wanted to get more out of the prude.
"Again?" Draco asked, smirking devilishly. Astoria nodded.
"Can I have some fun with it?" Draco asked, rolling over on top of Astoria and pinning her down. Astoria let out a giggle.
"Sure. Why not." The girl said, smiling up at him. Draco almost didn't continue; looking at her like this made her seem so… young. True, she was three years younger than him, but that hardly mattered. Her face was just kind of babyish… delicate, like a doll.
But it almost stopped him. Almost.
Hermione Granger plopped on the couch, propping a book up in her lap. She smiled to herself as she began reading.
"Hey, Mione." Ron said, walking across the room. He sat down next to Hermione on the couch, taking her book out of her hand and placing it on the side table. He smiled.
"Hi, Ron." Hermione replied, leaning on his shoulder. "I was reading that, you know."
Ron smiled, laughing lightly. "I know. But I didn't want you to be distracted." Ron said, resting his cheek on the top of her head.
"Distracted from what?" Hermione asked, tilting her head up so that her forehead was now next to Ron's, their noses touching.
Ron closed the gap between their lips, laying the gentlest of kisses on her lips. Hermione wrapped her hands around his neck, but Ron smiled, pulling back.
"Distraction." He said simply, rubbing Hermione's cheek affectionately.
Hermione groaned, and pulled her knees up against her chest, wrapping her arms around them.
"Distraction from what?" she asked irritably. Ron sighed, and leaned forwards, resting his chin in his hands.
"Do you agree with what Luna said at dinner?" he asked, sounding defeated. Hermione sighed in return.
"Ron, do we really have to talk about this?" she asked, dropping her legs and leaning on Ron's back. Ron shrugged.
"I mean, at some point. We've been dating for…" Ron looked up thoughtfully, his mouth moving to form numbers. "Almost five years."
Hermione smiled. "I know, Ron. But we don't have to rush things!" Hermione responded happily.
Ron leaned back, causing Hermione to move to a position where she wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Hermione, we haven't rushed anything. We've been dating for five years, Mione. And the furthest we've gone-"
"Don't you bring that into it! You know I want to wait until after marriage!" Hermione hissed, removing her arms from his neck.
"Exactly, Hermione! We've waited five years. And I've waited, patiently. But now you want to wait to get married?" Ron asked, growing frustrated.
Hermione looked down. "I'm not sure I'm ready for marriage, yet. I'm only twenty two."
"And so am I. But we've waited! And I have to go to training in two months." Ron said.
"Even if we were to get married, it wouldn't be within two months time!" Hermione exclaimed. "And I want you to accept my choice. I don't want to get married, or… be intimate… until after we are."
Ron groaned. "It's not fair, Mione! I've waited for five years." He grumbled.
"Don't you forget that fling you had with Lavender four years ago." She snapped.
"Can you get over it? We were drunk!" Ron growled, standing up, his face flushed with anger. Hermione stood as well.
"No, I can't! It hurt me, Ronald!" Hermione hissed, balling her fists up in anger.
"I just don't want to wait so long! I understand that you want to wait until after marriage, I understood from when we first started dating. But you want to wait to get married? I get a few months, hell, even a year. But knowing you, it means more than that. And I love you, I really do. And I've waited for five years, because I love you." Ron said, holding Hermione's hands. "But I want to know how long you expect me to wait, Hermione. I… I just… I love you. And I've waited. For… five, years."
"Ron, I don't know if I'm ready to get married… I don't know if I'm ready to… you know." She said, blushing. Ron sighed, cupping her cheek in his hand.
"I'll wait for you. I promise." He whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
Hermione smiled, holding Ron's hand to her cheek. "I promise. I won't make you wait too long."
Hermione craned her neck, gently pressing her lips to Ron's, then wrapping her hands around his neck. Ron placed his hands on her waist, tracing his tongue across her lips. Hermione parted her mouth, submitting herself further than usual as Ron toyed with the bottom of her shirt. She sighed. Maybe she wouldn't wait until marriage.
Draco awoke from a peaceful slumber, his head buried in blonde hair. He rewound his thoughts; the first thought that came to his head was Luna Lovegood. He'd talked to her… and invited to meet with her. He smacked himself for even thinking that. She had been a Ravenclaw; and an extremely odd one. He would never sleep with someone like… that.
It took a few moments to realize that; 1. The naked girl he was now laying next to was actually Astoria Greengrass. And 2. The window was now dark.
He cursed, and quickly jostled the girl awake, remembering her worries about her parents.
"Astoria!" he hissed, touching the girl's back. Her skin was extremely soft. "Wake the fuck up!"
Astoria stirred, groaning and rolling over, pressing against his chest. Draco sighed. He would definitely go for another round.
"Please wake up, dammit." He growled, shaking the girl more. Astoria's eye opened, a groan coming out of her mouth.
"My ass hurts." She commented, licking her lips. Draco smirked.
"I wonder why." He said, smiling wickedly. Astoria pounded his chest playfully.
"Shut up." She muttered. "I've never done anything like that!"
"Well now you have." He said slyly, pressing his lips to his forehead. "And I'd wear something more covering than that dress." He commented. "Or this might happen again… and, for other reasons."
"Maybe I wouldn't mind if it happened again." Astoria flirted, a smile lighting up her features. "And why?"
Draco smirked. "Look down."
Astoria glanced down, and saw the many red bites on her neck and chest.
"Oh, shit… Draco!" she groaned, rolling over and out of bed. She searched the room for something else to wear.
"Just take something of mine… I don't care." Draco said, rolling out of bed. He crossed the room, pulling out warm sweatpants and pulling them on.
He turned around, and saw Astoria wearing one of his shirts, configuring it into a dress with a high turtleneck. She looked out the window.
"Oh, Merlin. What time is it?" she asked, rushing out the door to his bedroom. Draco followed her.
"It is… dark."
"10:30! Aw… I'm going to be killed." Astoria muttered, rushing towards the door. Draco caught her hand, stopping her and whirling her around.
"Wait; potion." He said, rushing into the kitchen and pulling a swirling liquid from the cabinet. He rushed back out to Astoria, and handed it to her. She eyed it suspiciously. "So you don't… you know."
"Oh, oh! Yes. Of course." Astoria uncorked the vial, and gulped it down, frowning at the taste. "Well, thank you for the lovely night. Until next time."
Draco kissed her hand gently, and smiled. "My pleasure. Quite literally."
Luna sat down in George's room on the floor, sitting across from him, cross-legged. She wore a pair of cotton shorts and a loose T-shirt that hung off one of her shoulders.
"You actually blew up the whole second story?" Luna asked incredulously. George nodded.
"Yeah, and all the Garden Gnomes at their convention." George said, smiling at Luna's laughter.
"Oh, we had a bad case of Gnomes at my house. One bit me!" Luna said, scowling. She held up her left hand, revealing a scar in the middle of it. George took her hand.
"Ouch, that looks like it… hurt." George commented, turning her hand around. Luna nodded.
"Yes. It did." She said, nodding vigorously again. She giggled as her hair tickled her cheeks, and George looked at her suspiciously.
"Why are you laughing?" he asked, smiling.
"My hair! It tickles!" she said, laughing. George joined in, smiling broadly. He smiled the most around Luna since… Fred died.
He leaned back, his T-shirt straining against his chest. He smiled wider as Luna blew air in her face, trying to get the hair out of the way.
"Oh! I can't move it." She muttered, crossing her arms in frustration. George laughed, and reached over cautiously, twirling the hair around his finger. He pushed it behind her ear, and then smiled at her, leaving his hand on her jaw, his smile slowly fading.
He leaned forwards, gently pressing his lips to hers, and then pulled back, smiling awkwardly. Luna chewed on her lip. She'd never been kissed before. Ever. George was nice, and sweet.
"I should be going to bed, George. It is getting late." Luna said, smiling as she stood, adjusting her shirt to cover both shoulders. "I'm tired."
George nodded, and then jumped up, reaching out and awkwardly shaking Luna's hand. Luna laughed at his awkwardness, and kissed him on the cheek. She was happy.
"Goodnight, George." Luna said, smiling as she left the room. George stood there, flustered, absently sitting down in his bed.
Luna was lovely.