It was another dinner party, and everybody were at the before-dinner room. The Mr.s were drinking, smoking and talking about business, theirs misses were chatting and planning the next dinner. And the heirs were doing both, or just trying to.

- Astória, darling, play the piano for us, would you? – Mrs Greengrass asked.

Astória Greengrass: rich, smart, gorgeous, pureblood. She always had every thing to be happy, or at least pretend to - and she does that last one very well. So well that the forced smile became light and soft, and after a wile seamed that she was born with it.

- Of course, madam. – she answered promptly, getting up and leading her way to the instrument.

- She plays beautifully. Started at age of six and use to practice every day. 0 her mother said, with a proud smile, to the other ladies. Astória sat on the bench and began to play. It was a soft and complex melody, she didn't like very much, but her father did.

By the middle of the song she began to feel uncomfortable by a pair of gray eyes that won't stop staring her. The owner was Draco Malfoy. Astória looked at him, to see if he looks away, but instead he got up and began to walk at her direction.

- Can I help you, Mr. Malfoy? – she asked softly, looking up, meeting his eyes.

- Perhaps. – Draco began, resting his left hand over the piano. – How can you smile all the time?

She was so surprised by the question that missed two notes, but no one notice. Astória look down to the piano and then to him, with a confused expression.

- Is that a problem?

- No, not at all, Miss Greengrass. – he answered, approaching her. – I was just wondering.

- Wondering why my smile bothers you so much? – she raise an eyebrow.

- I didn't say that your smile bother me, on the contrary, it fascinates me.

- Is that so?

Draco didn't have the time to answer, dinner are ready. And Astória was grateful for that, he was the only one who asked about her smile and she wasn't she what to say.

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When Draco arrived at home ther was something ticking in his head: Astória smile. He knows that fascinate him, but why? Is because she seams to be happy all the time? "She can't be happy all the bloody time! But why so? What makes her smile like that?"

With his thoughts Draco said good night to his parents ans went to his room.

Draco was rich, handsome, arrogant, seducer, pureblood yound man. He wasn't happy, but was ok. His life wery very good, and he didn't have anything to complain. Buy something was missing.

Anyway. After a wile he give up trying to figre out why her smile can't stay away from his thoughts, and lead himself to the desk, getting a peace of paper.

"Mis Greengrass,

I didin't have the opportunity to answer you, but I guess this fits.

Yes, I'm fascinated by your smile.

I'm curious tough. Must be a reason for it.

D. Malfoy"

When he saw the oil fly away he was regretting already. Why he needed to send her a letter anyway? She'll probably think that's really strange and don't bother answering. One way or another Draco had already sand the letter, so there was nothing to think about. And with this he went to the shower.

By the time he finished, no more thinking about Astória, his oil was back and bringing a letter. Another letter. She has answered.

This was a piece of a story that I wrote some time ago and decided to publish here. Hope you like it and if so - or not- review!!

Kisses and hugs.

Mary.