(I'm sorry guys for my last update, it took forever and wasn't very good.)
"Oh hello there Prime Minister." Draco said importantly to the Bulgarian prime minister. "I'd like you to meet Astoria Greengrass." I cringed gently at the use of this name. I definitely preferred Morte.
"Ah, vhat a veauty!" he exclaimed looking over my slim but well-shaped body. I was a 34 DD, with an hourglass figure. Draco shifted uncomfortably, a muscle tightening in his neck as the prime minister looked over me, I would think he would be used to this by now. My cousin after all was a girl named Fleur Delacore, we rarely saw each other, but kept in touch via owl post. She had visited the school, and was a Beauxbatons school champion in the Triwizard Tournament, the previous school year. Our grandmother was a Veela, and we both inherited the Veela charm, beauty, and elegance. It was not uncommon to be stared at.
"Well thank you Prime Minister," I said smilingly slightly, it didn't quiet reach my eyes.
"Vell surely you must ve part Veela?" he asked slowly, cautiously.
"Well spotted Minister." I said with the same expression. Draco was still tense at my side.
"Vell, that veing the case, I must say I 'ave to go, that Veela charm is strong, I vould rather not make a fool of myself, you are a very lucky man Mr. Malfoy." He smiled sheepishly at this admittance, bowed, his burgundy dress robes sweeping regally.
"The consequences of having a half Veela as my fiancée I suppose." Draco growled gently.
"What?" I said, thinking I misheard him.
"That is, if she'll have me." He added, still confused, I glanced around, everyone was looking at us. Narcissa was smiling slightly, Lucius standing near her, proudly and haughtily. It seemed that the whole ball had stopped, like this was pre-planned….
"Wh-"I couldn't even get my question out before Draco was sinking down, pulling something out of his robes, a small black box. As he slowly opened it, I saw possibly the biggest diamond I had ever laid my eyes on. It was easily three karats.
"Marry me Astoria." He said confidently, it wasn't a question.
"Obviously," I said in my best impression of Snapes voice when he had said this to Umbridge. All the Hogwarts students who understood this laughed. I yanked Draco up kissed him, and eagerly accepted his ring.
"Did you plan this all out?" I questioned whispering in his ear as we danced on the filled dance floor.
"Being a very influential Pureblood family member is the only way to go through life." He answered.
"So mudbloods and anything less than halfbloods should simply kill themselves?" I said in a seductive tone.
"Exactly." He said, he leaned back to look at me, his grey eyes glittering malevolently.
"When can we leave?" I sighed into his mouth as I kissed him.
"Soon." He replied, looking at something beyond me.
"Damn her! That filthy blood traitor." He snarled under his breath. This took me back, I tried turning around to see, but he gripped me tightly to him so I couldn't move.
"DRACO!" I hissed vehemently.
"It's your… HALF-sister." He greatly emphasized half… lovely, I thought to myself.
"I believe we will be going now." I slipped from his arms as this was said, and went to alert Lucius and Narcissa.
We were back at the manor in record time; I glanced up at the clock hanging across the drawing room as we stepped out of the stone carved, and intricate at that, fireplace. It was midnight, I glanced down at my ring sparkling brightly even in the dim light cast from the fire now crackling back in its normal state. Bellatrix was nowhere to be found.
"You; Elf." Commanded Draco as a house elf walked by. "Where is everyone?"
"Why, please sir, everyone is gone sir, Madam Lestrange left with the Dark Lord sir." Replied the elf shakily.
"Thank you" I replied for Draco, nodding and dismissing the elf.
Without even acknowledging Draco I began my ascent up the marble staircase, and into his room. He followed closely behind. I began undressing, letting my dress fall to the floor around me, and waving my wand at it so it hung itself up and put itself away. Draco was quickly taking of his dress robes; I waved my wand at his as well. He jumped in bed right away, lying on his back, happy to be back and relaxing it seemed. He was wearing nothing but boxer briefs, his perfectly carved chest, illuminated by the moonlight streaming in from the window. His eyes were closed; I locked the door with magic, and strode up to him. His perfect, pale complexion that matched mine so exactly, accented by beautiful silvery blonde hair, was the picture of a perfect, handsome man in my eyes.