Draco smiled as he gazed at the black nightgown on the floor. It was Astoria's and every time he saw it, he was reminded of the fact that she had begun to spend every night in his dormitory. She may have told herself it was because of the clawfoot tub in the bathroom or the expensive sheets on his bed but he knew the real reason. Astoria liked falling asleep in his arms just as much as he liked falling asleep with her there. As long as he could help it, he would wake up to her beautiful face every single morning for the rest of his life.

He grabbed the nightgown and hung it up in her closet. It was Blaise's closet, actually, but the boy hadn't put a single thing in there. Since Draco had taken to buying Astoria more clothes, Blaise's closet and dresser had become Astoria's makeshift ones. He still could remember the look on her face when she saw it.

She had shown up in the room the night after she had confronted him about the owl situation. Her cheeks were pink as she shyly knocked on the door. "Hi," she said softly when he opened the door. Draco had just responded by grabbing her wrist and pulling her inside the room, claiming her lips in a searing kiss.

When he pulled back, Astoria looked a little dazed. The sight made him laugh. "Come on, my love," he said, fighting back chuckles. "I have something to show you."

Draco continued to hold on to her wrist and pulled her over to the closet. He opened the doors and allowed her to look at what was now hers. A closet full of brand-new dresses, skirts, shoes, nightgowns, and other things a lady may need.

Astoria gasped. "What all is this?"

"This," he replied, wrapping his arms around her waist, "Is yours. I figured you might be staying here more often and I wanted a reason to spoil you so I bought you a wardrobe you can keep here. I've known you long enough to have your size and style engrained in my brain so it should be to your liking. Although, if you want to keep wearing my clothes, I have no objection."

She laughed. "That's hardly proper attire."

Draco's lips descended on her neck, planting open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. "I can think of less proper attire we could try out."

Astoria shuddered. For a moment, he thought that he might get his way with her. But Astoria somehow found the strength to pull back—strength he certainly didn't have when he was with her—and tsked at him. "No, no, mister. I was promised a massage and some chocolate." He grinned and dragged her over to the bed, where he was able to deliver exactly what he promised (and managed to get a few kisses as a reward). But the best reward was those little moments just before Astoria woke when the golden rays of the sun hit her face just right and she snuggled into his chest to hide from the light. That would always be his favorite part of the day, the time when it was just him and Astoria.

Until she woke up and he would have to continue the long day of pretending she didn't consume his every thought. Mentally, he knew she was his girlfriend. Hell, she was more than his girlfriend but girlfriend was probably the closest, appropriate title for what she was. Girlfriend, lover, future wife, love of my life. But just because he knew in his head that she belonged to him didn't mean that it was any easier having to see her in the corridor and pretend like he wasn't aching to wrap her in his arms, take her to Malfoy Manor, and elope with her in the gardens. Merlin. He had it bad for this woman and it had only been a few days since she asked to be in a relationship with him.

Draco rubbed the black silk of the nightgown between his fingers before shutting his closet. Even after only a few days of being with her, he'd quickly noticed that it was her favorite, an expensive nightgown that hit just above her mid-thigh and was trimmed with black lace. He had already ordered more for her in a few of her favorite colors (and he was particularly excited for the dark green one). It worked out perfectly because Madam Malkin knew he was buying for a Greengrass girl. If Narcissa somehow got word of Draco's recent expenditures, she would think he was spoiling his fiancee. In a way, I am spoiling my future wife.

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He wanted to make Astoria his future wife more than anything but things were complicated. Draco wished that there was someone he could talk to about this, someone who might understand where he was coming from.

Wait... there is.

And with that, Draco hurried down to the Black Lake where he knew a certain Slytherin boy would be smoking.

"Nott!" he called out to Theo's lanky figure. The brown-haired boy sported a dark blue jacket and scowl as he twiddled a cigarette between his fingers.

"Malfoy," Theo grounded between his teeth. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Draco just ignored his behavior; Theo had always been antisocial but he would get over it. "Can we talk?"

"You seem to be talking just fine now without my permission." Draco scowled. "Cigarette?" He shook his head. Theo asking him was a formality. Draco had never touched a cigarette in his life and he didn't intend to start now. Filthy habit in his opinion, especially now that he had a girl in his life who liked the way he smelled. Yes, he noticed the way she "subtly" sniffed his sheets every time he laid down or the way she always took a deep breath when she buried her nose in his chest.

"How's your relationship with Berkshire?"

Theo kept his face emotionless. "I have no idea what you're referring to."

Draco side-eyed him. "Right... Can I ask you something?"

"You just asked me something."

Draco scowled again. "Two things then."

Theo took a long and overly dramatic drag of the cigarette, letting the smoke linger in the air. Draco took a step back so the smell didn't permeate his robes. "I suppose if it'll make you stop beating around the damn bush as to why you're here."

Draco pinched the bridge of his nose. Why were they friends? You're just cranky because Astoria left before you woke up and you haven't seen her all day, he chastised himself. He was right. He hadn't seen as much as a glimpse of Astoria's dark hair or bright eyes. Other than the fact that it slightly worried him, he felt like he practically needed her in his life so badly that a day without her pretty face was driving him mad. But he was a gentleman still, one who didn't snap at his friends, so Draco pulled himself together and turned to Theo. "I don't know what to do, Nott."

"About?"

"Astoria. I mean, the Greengrass girls. I'm betrothed to Daphne and yet I cannot bring myself to even look at her because all I see in her eyes is Astoria. I feel like I'm betraying my family, my fiancee, and my values and yet I cannot even bring myself to feel bad about it. I'm bloody in love with the wrong girl!" He slumped against the ground. "I just don't know what to do. The idea of a future without Astoria makes me feel like there's a giant hole in my chest. It's pathetic, really. But I don't know how I can have her without betraying who I am. I don't know what to do without losing her and everyone else."

Theo remained silent for a few moments. Then, he turned to Draco. "You love her?"

He nodded. "Endlessly."

"Then you'll find a way. If you love her, things will truly work out, you just may have to work a bit harder in your situation. But you're a smart lad and you seem to be good at getting yourself out of situations. Perhaps you can use that witty mouth and fat wallet of yours to get yourself out of your betrothal and into one with Astoria." Draco frowned at the insult but realized that Theo had a point. Perhaps the best course of action was to continue courting Astoria and waiting for the situation to sort itself out.

"You're right, Theo—"

"Although, your father wanted you engaged to a Greengrass, and isn't Astoria—"

"—I'll just keep seeing Astoria until a solution appears. Thanks, mate," he said, clapping Theo on the shoulder. "I appreciate it."

Theo furrowed his eyebrows before shaking his head, dropping what he was apparently about to say. "I would say happy to help but I feel like I just lost a portion of my masculinity having girl talk."

Draco snorted. "Don't be so dramatic, Nott."

"Oh, that's rich coming from you—"

"Bye, Theo," Draco grumbled before hurrying back up to the castle, eager to see his black-haired beauty and hold her in his arms. His lips were practically tingling in anticipation. "Astoria, here I come," he muttered. Draco looked up at Hogwarts in front of him before running up the hill and down to the dungeons.

Draco slammed open his dormitory only to smile at what he saw. Astoria was already there, early and waiting for him on his bed. She looked up at him with wide eyes. "S-sorry," she stuttered. "I just thought since I hadn't seen you all day we might be able to spend the evening together."

He smiled widely and immediately tackled her onto the bed. Astoria giggled at his enthusiasm and wrapped her arms around it. "I take it you're not mad I broke into your dorm?" she said with a big grin.

"Mad? I'm ecstatic you're here." Draco held her face in her hands and just admired her. My girl. She was so beautiful. Large always-glossy lips and green eyes, a petite nose, the palest of freckles that could only be seen from an inch away. It was as if every part of her was made just for him. Every inch of Astoria's face drew him in like a moth to a flame. "I love you so much, darling. My dorm is our dorm. Everything that was mine is yours now. Including me."

She blushed. Merlin, he liked it when she blushed. Her cheeks became a pretty pale pink that looked so soft on her face. Plus, he liked the way he could easily see the effect his words had on her. My Astoria.

"Well," Astoria said softly, stroking his cheek with her soft, warm hands. "It's a good thing I'm yours too."

He grinned widely. "A very good thing." And she would stay his. He would make sure of it. Now that he had Astoria, he couldn't lose her.

He wouldn't.

A little shorter but I still like it. Plus, the fanart I found on Pinterest for this chapter's cover art has me screaming. Draco's friends in this chapter haha. Please review! Thanks babes x