Astoria Greengrass sits in the attic of her familiar home. She has always felt at home here, in amongst the cob webs and boxes. She wonders what life would be like if she had chosen differently, if she had chosen love over the Pure-blood standards.
“Vincent. Vincent, stop.” I sighed as Crabbe planted light kisses across my collarbone. “You know I can’t do this! Father will disown me!”
“Do we really need to talk about this now?” He asked, pausing in his endeavours. “Why not wait a bit!” Crabbe began nuzzling my neck but I pushed him off and sat up.
“No! We do need to talk about this now! You know I love you, but we can’t do this!”
His eyes reflected so much hurt and so much guilt that I gave in. “Oh come here you great git.” I laughed, pulling him back towards me. “I suppose one more night together wont do much.”
Every day since that night Astoria wishes things had been different. She remembers the joy she once held. The laughter that died in her that night. She wonders if she had picked a different path, if she might not have been stuck in this cold, unemotional relationship.
“Wasn’t that worth it?” Crabbe sighed, pulling on his trousers before climbing back into bed.
“I suppose.” I chuckled back.
“You suppose?”
“Exactly. Not the best, but I’m sure you tried.” I laughed cockily as Crabbe placed a hand over his heart, feigning hurt.
“You wound me!”
It had been so carefree! How she wishes she could go back to that point in time and freeze it. She wants to recover the excitement of new love. She wants to not have heard the next sentence coming from his mouth. She has always known it was heartfelt and sincere. She supposed that that was what hurt her the most, even after all these years.
Astoria looked down upon the man she loved. He smiled back up at her as she nestled her head back down into the crook of his arm.
“You’re so special to me, you know that right?” Crabbe asked suddenly, taking Astoria by surprise.
“Of cour-”
“We have to run. Far away. Your father has deemed me too unworthy of you. A coward if you must.” Crabbe's words came in a jumble, his eyes frightened. “Evidently my service to the fallen Dark Lord was dissatisfactory to him and I do not deserve you.”
“You must be joking!” She cried, her heart pounding as if it were being ripped into two. One half going towards Vincent Crabbe, the man she loved. The other towards her father and the man she was supposed to marry, Draco Malfoy. Draco was certainly a perfect pure-blood, he had it all; the looks, fame, and money to back up his status. Even in the new times he was politically desirable.
One look at Crabbe’s solemn face told her all she needed to know.
Astoria wishes she was able to take back her next words. They were poorly chosen and clearly caused him much anguish.
“I...I can’t do this!”
She deeply regrets that sentence and the pain in his eyes caused by it.
“Father! No! Please, don’t kill him! It wasn’t his fault!” Astoria tugged on her Father’s arm relentlessly. She did not even waver when he turned it upon her.
“Get off you silly girl! You are to marry Draco! Then I find you in bed with this scum! Get off my arm!”
The flash of green light still haunts her to this day.
The door opens and her husband walks in. The husband who she knows truly loves her, but does not receive the favour in return. The man who she married only as a fall back plan.
“Draco. You know I loved him.” She cries on his shoulder for what seems like eternity. “I need to do this. I need him back!” She looks into his eyes for confirmation on her next act. She finds what she is looking for, but also finds a great deal more. She discovers his true feelings for her; but as strong as they may be, they do not compete with her desire for Crabbe.
She raises her wand pointing it at her chest, looking her husband in the eye. She mouths out the words “I’m sorry.” By the look on his face she knows he understands.
“Avada Kedavera.”
~*~
Draco Malfoy truly loved his wife of four years, but he knew she felt trapped. She had agreed to marry him in the end, but it was clear she was unhappy. He always had Scorpius to remind him of her, but that could never erase the green light that echoed in his dreams. The one that claimed his beloved wife. A single tear trickled down his cheek.
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