Chapter 1 : Forever and Always, my Juliet
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This is long overdue and both you and I know it. It’s been a while, about 6 months, and I still can’t stop thinking about you. I know that you want this just as much as I do, please consider. I was young and foolish when I left you. Foolish enough to not understand just what I was leaving behind. Everywhere I went reminded me of you, and I can’t hide these feelings and longer. I’m coming over, please; I just want you by my side again.
The note slowly burned in the crackling fire. As the edges turned to ashes, Astoria Greengrass watched with contempt on her face. How dare he just come back after all this time, writing bull shit letters of love and regret of his leaving her? She knew he was playing her, playing her like he had all that time ago.
She had learned a lot since he left. She learned that she was a stronger woman than she had known. She had learned that men only cause loneliness and sadness. She had learned to let go of love.
And now he was back again, writing to her, saying he was coming over. I’m so stupid; she thought to herself, I knew he would come back eventually. Why hadn’t I moved! Burying her face in her hands she could almost feel someone watching her.
She whipped her face up and quickly got out of the grey armchair she was sitting in. The walls of the room were a deep chestnut brown, the carpet a lush cream. The fire set a warm tone to the room, and the arranged velvet seats around the fire all looked as inviting as ever. Everything in the room was the same as it had been before, only now she noticed something. Something that would not have been noticed by anyone; but she knew it was there.
After living through the second wizarding war, she was always on the lookout for danger. She knew there were good and bad people, and those in between. She never could figure out which category she fell into. A Slytherin her whole life, part of a pureblood family, but always slightly different; she never wanted to marry a pureblood, or gossip the day away; she just wanted to live a quiet, peaceful, happy life. But it looked like today was not the day.
She could see the bleach blonde hair from where she stood. She saw it through the French doors, leading to her second story balcony. She saw it, walking up the road, approaching the driveway. She knew that he had arrived.
She had received his owl less than an hour ago, and she had been awaiting his arrival. Draco never was one for patience. She slowly moved out onto the balcony and she breathed in the soft spring air. The snow had melted and the rain was coming long and light. It sprinkled her face lightly and she slipped back inside, knowing that he would see her if she stayed too long. The sun was shining slightly behind the clouds, coming out in breaks and creating wonderful rainbows in the sky; just the way she liked it.
Having and internal debate with herself, she slowly made her way down the halls of her home. Wearing only her pajama shorts, woolen jumper and socks, she was shivering slightly, missing the warm heat of the burning fire.
A repeated knocking sound came from the front door and she quickly, but lightly, tiptoed cautiously towards it.
She felt like she was all a part of Draco’s game. A part of his little plan that he had created. She was like a chess piece, meant to be used and abused to make him victorious.
Peering tentatively through a side window she saw him. His hair was sleeked down to his head, wet from the rain. The way his hair fell into his face reminded her of the first time she saw him.
Stop it; she hissed to herself, you’re letting him win. You’re letting him have control over you! Feeling foolish, she was about to turn away from the door and walk back to her room until he decided to give up when she heard it.
It can’t be
How would he know she was there?
She felt the thoughts whirl through her mind, confusing her more and more.
“Astoria! I know you’re in there! Please listen to me! Please, I’m begging you,” she heard him sob into the door.
Astoria had known Draco for a while, as they were family friends, but she had never heard him cry before. She had never heard him cry, sob, or even so much as get emotional. But she knew he was now. There was a hint in his voice, giving away his total emotion, his total feelings.
She crept towards the door and pressed her ear against it, trying to hear him better.
“Tory,” she remembered the nickname he had given her, “please. I left, I know. But it wasn’t the same without you. It never was, and honestly, I’ll never be the same without you. You changed me. Made me a better person, you cracked through my shell. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten that night Tory, because I hate it when you lie to me. You would never forget. Not the Tory I love.”
She felt tears prick the back of her eyes and she wished she hadn’t. He still had that effect on her. He could make her feel a million emotions, without saying a word. He always had been able to. It was unfair.
“Astoria, if you’re even there, please listen to me! I’d go back in time and change it, but I can’t. If the chain is on your door, I understand,” he said with a sigh, “but please remember. Remember the time when we ran around London, remember the time we danced when everyone was watching. Don’t forget, because Tory, I know I never will.”
Memories flooded Astoria’s mind. She did remember that day. They had known each other for a while, but that day they truly came to become friends.
The wind danced around her and her hair was flying in all directions. It was the transition between fall and summer, and sixteen year old Astoria Greengrass was walking around muggle London around noon. The second wizarding war had just ended and she was excited to finally be able to live her life again. She hopped around, skipping from store to store, each time coming out with more bags than she entered with. It wasn’t until she stopped for lunch in a cute little café that she noticed him.
A family friend, you could say, with strikingly blonde hair and unforgiving eyes was sitting, alone, and she couldn’t help but feel bad for him. She knew his father was sent to Azkaban and that his mother was not doing well. It had been the gossip of her family, not that she wanted to listen. Following what her heart told her, she sat next to him.
He looked up at her, shocked, and she could see in his eyes that he was confused. “I’m Astoria Greengrass. Our families are friends. I don’t really know if you remember me, but I remember you. You’re Draco, right?” She asked softly, as if trying not to set off any bombs inside him.
“Oh yes, I remember you now. How could I forget? You’ve got the trademark dark hair, and you look a bit like your sister,” he said, with a cool edge of unconcern to his voice.
“May I sit here? I know I’m intruding but...” she trailed off, unknowing what to say. She didn’t want to offend him somehow by bringing up the sadness in his past.
“Uh, I guess so. Go for it,” he murmured, uncaringly.
A waiter approached and asked what the couple wanted, and they both replied, asking for whatever the daily special was. The air was silent, and Astoria couldn’t tell if it was just awkward or tense. She decided it was probably a bit of both.
“So, why are you in muggle London?” she asked him curiously, trying to bring up conversation.
“I could ask you the same thing, now couldn’t I?” he asked her almost accusingly.
“Well, I figured I should probably get out of my stuffy house, since everything’s over and all. I guess I just needed a break. Everyone at home is a bit too prim and proper for my liking,” she answered. She knew that she was being brutally honest, but she figured that she might as well be herself.
“Well, that was blunt,”
“So I’ve been told,” she said, waving her hand as if to push the matter away. He chuckled slightly at that and soon enough, there conversations became slightly less awkward and by the time their lunches came (surprise stew... ugh) they were chatting happily and making jokes without a care in the world.
After their stew was cleaned up and paid for, they wandered muggle streets aimlessly. They passed ice cream stores and went in just to try every flavor, and they went into candy stores to see if the muggle stuff was anything as good as Honeydukes (it wasn’t). They ran into clothing stores, only to be kicked out minutes later from an angry store manager yelling something about being “disruptive and destructive,” and they just laughed it off.
Together the pair had had so much fun together, that by the time they realized they should go, the sky was dark with stars flecked in the inky blue sky, and the street lights had come on.
“Well, I guess it’s time to say goodbye m’lady,” Draco said with a light kiss of her hand.
She giggled a bit at this and curtseyed to him, being exceedingly over dramatic as she did so, “Indeed it is, but never leave me Romeo! Where for art thou Romeo?” she did the over dramatic hand gestures and they laughed until they wiped tears from their eyes and clutched their stomachs in pain. “But seriously Draco, I had a great time tonight, let’s do it again. Soon,” She whispered lightly, giving him a hug on her tiptoes.
“Please. Call me Tory,” and with that, she disapperated home, to the place she never truly did belong.
She realized the smile that was placed on her face as soon as she came back to reality. She knew he was right; she would never truly be over him. But he left her for six months; to go do Merlin knows what in foreign countries without her.
She was torn, should she go with her heart and risk it being broken, or should she go with her head and make him leave? She tried to weigh the pros and cons in her head. If she followed her heart, maybe she would get that happy life she always wanted.
She knew it was a risk, but since when was love ever without risk. There was always someone to bring you down. Someone to stand in the way of love. But she knew people that had overcome it, defied their families. Could it be worth it to her; was she sure that she wasn’t just a pawn in his games, was she sure that this was real?
Pondering this, she remembered a ball, not too long ago, and was once again flushed into her memories.
It was winter; snowflakes were dancing down from the sky as Astoria entered her family’s manor. It had been a while since she had been there. She moved out at 17, and she was now 19. Every year at Christmas they had a grand masquerade ball, perfect for her family to set her up with ‘eligible young men.’ She dreaded the thought.
Once she got to the doors, she realized it was the same as it always had been. Same enchanted snow, same twinkling lights, mistletoe under every doorway, everything was the same.
Entering the ball room, she saw many people dancing and laughing, eating and chatting, or drinking and gossiping. ‘Just the same pureblood party,’ she thought lamely to herself. Putting on her silver masquerade mask, she walked in, feeling foolish at being alone.
She was wearing a beautiful ball gown, it was an olive green, had a strapless sweetheart neckline, and poofed out around her waist, past the fitted sparkling top. Her raven black hair was tied up in a messy bun, and her silver mask highlighted her sparkling olive eyes.
After a minute or so of wandering, she felt somebody grab her hand pull her around.
“May I have this dance, my Juliet?” he asked her with a smirk. Even with the mask on, she knew that smirk and that hair anywhere. It was Draco.
“And what do I get out of it?” she asked tauntingly.
“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see,” was his only reply before pulling her onto the dance floor. They danced together for a while, before the waltz came on. Both traditionally knew the dance, after being to too many balls in their lifetime, and danced together.
Each of their steps was perfectly in sync with each other, though they hardly noticed. They were staring into each other’s eyes so intensely; you would have thought their lives depended on it.
After a dramatic dance, Draco swept her off to the side.
“I’m sorry it’s been so long, but well, you know how things are with our families,” he stated sadly.
“Indeed I do. Always another party, always another gathering to attend, why do you think I left?” she replied, not quite meeting his eyes. She still felt guilty for leaving her family, but she knew it was right for her and she thought they knew it too.
“You… you left?” he sounded shocked to have only found out.
“Yes, it was a decision I had to make. My family agree; I never did belong with them. I was always a bit off, never quite fit in, my happiness laid elsewhere and I’ve decided to go after it, wherever it is.” It felt good to finally be able to talk to someone, even though she could have chosen anyone to talk to; she wanted to talk to him.
“I think; I think I’m in love,” whispered Draco. This caught Astoria off guard, and she stumbled slightly.
“W-what did you say?”
“I love you Astoria. I mean, look at you; you’re beautiful, you’re charming, and you’re not afraid to go after what you want. And you know what I want?” he questioned. She shook her head and he responded with a smile, “I want you.” And with that he gracefully swept her into his arms and they both felt that they had found where they belonged.
With another pound on the door, Tory was jolted from her memories and back into the real world. She had made her decision, and she would follow through with it.
“Please, Tory let me in! I know I left but-“he was abruptly stopped by the door flinging open and Astoria standing there, looking like an angel to him.
Her hair was in a ponytail, her sweater was a size too big and she was only wearing socks on her feet. What wasn’t there to love about her?
“I – I didn’t think you’d open the door. I’m sorry about everything, please listen to me,” he pleaded with her.
“No, you listen to me for once,” she said, standing tall and proud, just like her mother taught her, “I am not a little piece in your games, and I never will be. If you plan to use me like you did before, I will never forgive you again. Do I make myself clear?” her eyes burned into his and he reckoned he understood clear as a crystal.
“Does, does this mean you forgive me?” he stammered out. She nodded slightly and before he knew it, she was wrapped up in his arms, exactly where he knew she fit perfectly.
“Promise me you’ll never leave me again?” she whispered quietly into his shirt.
“Forever and always, my Juliet,” he whispered back.
Astoria shed no tears and neither did Draco, for they both knew that there was nothing to be sad about. They both had each other again and they both had found it, they found their happiness.
*** 3 years later***
Astoria and Draco sat at the kitchen table, merrily watching their son, Scorpius, dance around in his diapers, singing to a popular muggle song.
Scorpius patted Astoria’s growing belly and whispered softly into it, looking euphoric. Sitting there with his family, he had never been happier.
Astoria smiled softly as she saw her husband of 2 years whisper quietly to her stomach. The light of her life, her son, reminded her more and more of Draco each day, and to know they had another on the way made it all the much better.
They both watched their son sway and jump around, laughing because they both remembered when they did the same. They could each see themselves, running around muggle London that day, getting kicked out of shops, and they saw it in him. He had his father’s hair, but his mother’s face. He was the perfect mixture.
They had found what they had looked for all those years ago. They looked for hope and light in a bleak and confused world. Even after the war, things seemed darker. But they had found each other, and they knew that was all that mattered.
Hope and light was in the air, and Draco and Astoria were never happier.
A/N : Well, I have never done a Draco/OC or really anything with Draco, so tell me what you think! The underlined words are the lyrics I was given of the Taylor Swift Song "Back To December" I tried to give the song a bit of a happier ending, so tell me how you think i did! Please review!
(Disclaimer : I do not own Romeo and Juliet, Taylor Swift or any of her songs, or any characters! )
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