Draco's POV
"Narcissa, Lucius, Draco! Do come in, please," beamed Eurydice Greengrass as she ushered the Malfoys into her flawless, French drawing room. Draco's steely eyes roved around the powder-blue and cream room boredly as his mother murmured her greetings to the Greengrass matriarch. He would have given anything to be away from there, as incensed as he was about being forced to marry the little Astoria. It had taken him so much effort to leave his bed that morning, dreading the visit and growing quite annoyed with all the Howlers from Pansy Parkinson. To be honest, he was glad to be rid of her, but he resented the fact that he was still trapped either way.
He knew that Astoria had too much differences with him, and wondered how they would make it through their engagement without getting their heads blown off, let alone a lifetime beside each other. Maybe he didn't have a liking to the raven-haired girl, her wealth rivalled his and her features did flatter him quite well. She'd be a good image next to him, which he needed if he were to be a proper Pureblood scion. Perching on a blue striped medallion chair with silver filigree inlaid on the fine ebony wood, Draco sighs quietly and twiddles his long graceful fingers. A small scuffling noise outside the pocket doors draw his attention and the other inhabitants of the room weave their way out to the foyer, Draco following slowly. His eyes follow the sunlight that poured through the skylights of the entrance hall, and his gaze flowed to a tall, green-draped figure coming down the stairs.
His mind reeled as he took in the young woman coming down towards him, and he had to admit, Greengrass was beautiful. Her silk dress hugged her curves lovingly, while her single curl spilled over her gorgeous, pale clavicle tantalizingly. Snapping himself back to his firmly rooted reality, the blonde shakes his head. "I'm going bloody mad.." His mother and future mother-in-law beamed as the heavenly creature reached them and docilely greeted them in her soft, singsong voice.
"Good afternoon, Draco. You're well, I hope," Astoria forces out in a civil tone. So she dreaded it as much as he. Clearing his throat, Draco flicks his steely eyes up to her deep green ones, noticing how hazel specks played in the warm sunlight.
"Good day, Miss Greengrass. I am..well enough. You look nice," he reluctantly smiles, as Draco took her small hand and lightly brushed his lips across the back of it. Both their voices sounded forced out and their eyes barely met, even though the small moment that they had was..strange. As if there were a force pulling them. Soon, the pair was seated around a lavishly set table on the terrace of the drawing room, forcing polite conversation and taking small bites out of delectable little petit fours. Narcissa watched Astoria with bright, approving eyes, though Draco did not know why his parents favoured her so much. Why not Athenais Selwyn, or Basilia Nott? They were great shags, as he very well knew, and would be too caught up in their own social pleasures.
It would be better for him, not having to worry about a wife on his tail; he could take mistresses as he wished and do as he wished after fulfilling the condition of a Malfoy heir. Astoria Greengrass on the other hand, would notice very keenly and keep him in line. Ha, that was perhaps why. "Bloody priss.." Draco thought, letting his eyes drift to his betrothed. She was looking down at her scones dazedly, and he couldn't help but notice the way her long lashes fluttered against her soft, pale cheek. His eyes trailed down her jawline and over to her crimson lips, which he couldn't help but imagine feeling them against his own. No. He couldn't let his male instincts kick in. She despised him, he was repulsed by her and that was how it would stay. No falling for her. Sighing softly, he resorted to drinking the cold tea in his gilt-edged cup, listening to the talk. He wanted to get out..