A/N: This was inspired by MioneWazlib's "30 Words or Less" challenge on the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges Forum.
10 Moments - Astoria Greengrass:
Mother always insists on dressing them in cute matching dresses.
The girls hate looking the same. Daphne says it looks babyish.
Mother wonders why Astoria's dresses always end up dyed.
Eight-year-old Draco bows to her at the Malfoys' Christmas ball.
"May I have this dance?"
She giggles shyly, and their reflections twirl with them in the mirrored ballroom.
Astoria comes with her parents to pick up Daphne from King's Cross.
All the way home Daphne's engrossed in The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1.
Astoria hides 'til bedtime.
"Ravenclaw!" the Hat screams to the hall.
Her parents were Slytherins. Daphne is a Slytherin.
All smiles, Astoria skips off to the table by the one on the far right.
She's so tired of being perfect, of looking like she can do no wrong.
People already hate her for her background.
She wants a true friend. Screw those empty O's.
After the war, Daphne stops by her flat more often.
Their father is dead, their mother permanently damaged.
Tragedy pulls them together, and at last she's glad she has Daphne.
She sobs into her pillow after she turns down Draco's proposal.
Am I doing right? Does he really mean it?
Heart knows truth, and in weeks she is Astoria Malfoy.
She's sweaty, exhausted and a mess.
Newborn Scorpius is in her arms, his mother's spitting image with Draco's face.
Draco can't stop beaming and everything is perfect for a moment.
Little Scorpius hands her his latest masterpiece - three messy figures labeled "Mommy," "Daddy," and "Scorpius."
Astoria owls it to Draco, with a note:
Do you still wish he played Quidditch?
It's a bittersweet moment, watching the scarlet train take her son away.
"He'll be back for Christmas," says Draco reassuringly.
She's excited for Scorpius, but December can't come soon enough.
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