Porcelain Perfection
written by Skye Nightingale (3rd Yr)
Draco and Astoria, aged 12 and 14, were destined to be one of the happiest and most prosperous couples in the Wizarding World, just as soon as Voldemort conquered all. According to nobody sensible, that is. My name is Astoria Greengrass, I'm not your average 15 year old witch. My perfectly planned out life (as done by my mother) has collapsed along with Voldemort's body. I'm now engaged to the son of a criminal in Azkaban, soon to take a name tarnished by the blood on Lucius Malfoy's hands. I'm officially screwed.
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Chapter 1
Tap tap, go my nails against the gilded carriage wall.
"That went just splendidly, didn't it Astoria?" Mother's reveling in her perfect arrangement, in her matchmaking skills she now considers fit for royalty. Which, according to her, we pretty much are in the Wizarding community.
Tap.
Tap.
"Astoria, dear, don't tap the metal. You'll chip your nail lacquer."
Oh yes, the hundred-Galleon manicure most 12-year-old girls, magical or non, would just die for. A necessity, I'm sure. I highly doubt Draco cared what my nails looked like, he doesn't care what I do anyway, as long as I'm quiet and don't 'tarnish the family reputation'. God forbid, his father would hear about it.
"Astoria, say something love. I thought you'd be just so happy about this."
"I'm very happy about this," I say flatly, like an emotionless, auburn mynah bird.
"Well," she begins, "you certainly won't have any romantic issues later on."
"Such as?"
The engagement talk is getting on my nerves, after four hours in a too-squishy green loveseat next to Draco Malfoy, of all people.
"Such as, well, other boys! You know Draco won't find anyone better, and neither will you. Appreciate what you're given, darling."
Yeah, like Draco appreciates pug-face Parkinson, following him around like the dog she is. And speaking of Pansy, I think she is THE romantic issue - in that she's probably stuck to my fiancee with a self-performed permanent sticking charm.
"Yes, Mother."
Instead of letting me associate with other Ravenclaws, I'm thrown into the circle of future Death Eaters, my sister's clique, which includes people like Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, and all the other sinister-looking, suspiciously quiet Slytherins you can think of.
"Did you know," Mother begins, "that Lucius donated thousands of Galleons to the Ministry just yesterday?"
"Yes, Mother."
"Oh." She pauses and frowns, like I shouldn't know anything she hasn't told me yet. "How?"
"It was in the paper. Yesterday, Mother."
"Oh, yes! Funny how that happens. But anyway, Narcissa has invited me to go shopping with her tomorrow, just the two of us. Isn't that exciting!"
"Exciting," I repeat. "How long?"
She tips her head quizzically. "Does it matter, dear?"
"I'm in the mansion alone when you're gone," I remind her, for probably the 500th time since Daphne, my airhead of a sister, left.
"Oh, that's right. Don't worry dear, you'll have company! Draco will stay with you until we come back."
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A/N:
Hi, everybody, thanks for reading! If you notice any factual errors, please let me know through a message. I think I've got it right, but I just want to make sure. This is my first story, still WIP. Happy reading!
- Skye
"That went just splendidly, didn't it Astoria?" Mother's reveling in her perfect arrangement, in her matchmaking skills she now considers fit for royalty. Which, according to her, we pretty much are in the Wizarding community.
Tap.
Tap.
"Astoria, dear, don't tap the metal. You'll chip your nail lacquer."
Oh yes, the hundred-Galleon manicure most 12-year-old girls, magical or non, would just die for. A necessity, I'm sure. I highly doubt Draco cared what my nails looked like, he doesn't care what I do anyway, as long as I'm quiet and don't 'tarnish the family reputation'. God forbid, his father would hear about it.
"Astoria, say something love. I thought you'd be just so happy about this."
"I'm very happy about this," I say flatly, like an emotionless, auburn mynah bird.
"Well," she begins, "you certainly won't have any romantic issues later on."
"Such as?"
The engagement talk is getting on my nerves, after four hours in a too-squishy green loveseat next to Draco Malfoy, of all people.
"Such as, well, other boys! You know Draco won't find anyone better, and neither will you. Appreciate what you're given, darling."
Yeah, like Draco appreciates pug-face Parkinson, following him around like the dog she is. And speaking of Pansy, I think she is THE romantic issue - in that she's probably stuck to my fiancee with a self-performed permanent sticking charm.
"Yes, Mother."
Instead of letting me associate with other Ravenclaws, I'm thrown into the circle of future Death Eaters, my sister's clique, which includes people like Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, and all the other sinister-looking, suspiciously quiet Slytherins you can think of.
"Did you know," Mother begins, "that Lucius donated thousands of Galleons to the Ministry just yesterday?"
"Yes, Mother."
"Oh." She pauses and frowns, like I shouldn't know anything she hasn't told me yet. "How?"
"It was in the paper. Yesterday, Mother."
"Oh, yes! Funny how that happens. But anyway, Narcissa has invited me to go shopping with her tomorrow, just the two of us. Isn't that exciting!"
"Exciting," I repeat. "How long?"
She tips her head quizzically. "Does it matter, dear?"
"I'm in the mansion alone when you're gone," I remind her, for probably the 500th time since Daphne, my airhead of a sister, left.
"Oh, that's right. Don't worry dear, you'll have company! Draco will stay with you until we come back."
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A/N:
Hi, everybody, thanks for reading! If you notice any factual errors, please let me know through a message. I think I've got it right, but I just want to make sure. This is my first story, still WIP. Happy reading!
- Skye
