"Would you kill for love?" He sneered coldly.
"Love has destroyed me into the woman who stands before you. Broken, tethered, and utterly infatuated with a man who suffers the same fate as I." She said with a sorrowful chuckle.
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The story of a naiv...
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1996
Weeks had passed since her visit to the Three Broomsticks with the Slytherin bunch. Pansy and Blaise could not keep their hands off one another. Constantly, in the common room snogging or her head was in his lap, and vice versa. Sometimes it made Astoria disgusted just to peer their way.
Astoria felt as if she was living three lives in one. Her first being who she really was. A fucked-up girl with no destiny, no freedom, and a leash around her neck. A girl who wanted to create art but did not physically have enough energy to conjure up a canvas.
The second life was having her nightly occulems lesson with Malfoy. He would drill her on different mind techniques, and she would do her best to keep her walls guarded and her mental wards intact. Every time they would practice together tension would rise, one would stare too long at the other and the contact would break as quickly as it came. It was nothing like Astoria thought it would be. Her and Malfoy had not shared a kiss nor touch since that night. No matter how many times Astoria went over it in her head the outcome it always the same. Malfoy feels something for her, but she cannot decide if it is lust by hatred or lust by desire.
Astoria's third and final life was her newest. The life she was living when she was participating in Dumbledore's Army. Often, when practice was about to commence Astoria found herself walking to the Room of Requirement with Hermione Granger. Of all witches of Hogwarts. Hermione fucking Granger. What a sight it was. Astoria was more than thrilled when she conjured her first patronus and she thanked Hermione for giving her such fine advice. Oddly, enough Astoria grew a soft spot for the mudblood.
Since Astoria felt as if she was living for three, she was dreadfully tired more than usual. She felt herself drifting off in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Her head hit her textbook causing a loud thud, and all eyes on hers. Eyes in particularly, Umbridge's. The foulest creature in Hogwarts.
Astoria quickly picked her head up, noticed the dreadful woman in pink walking towards her and she braced herself to be scolded.
"Miss. Greengrass." Umbridge said in a chipper tone.
Astoria rolls her eyes and looks up at the pink woman standing in front of her. She is holding her, disturbingly, pink wand to her chest and a chirpy uncomfortable smirk is splattered across her face.
"Professor?" She says lowly.
"Correct me if I am wrong." Umbridge leaned down to be at eye's length with Astoria. "Were you..." She paused. "Sleeping in my class?" The woman quirked her head to side and leaned in closer.
She could smell the floral perfume radiating off her pink petty coat. Astoria inhaled deeply and nodded. She felt herself slightly shift over to Pansy who was seated beside her.
"Detention. Miss Greengrass. You shall spend it with me, later in my office." She said with a bounce in her voice and ended the statement with a squeal like laugh.
