"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
Astoria awoke in her four-poster bed, tightly wrapped in the green silk sheets. She peered out the window to watch the seaweed from the Black Lake sway to the rhythm of the water. She stood on the soles of her feet and wrapped a white and green cardigan around her body. Teeth brushed; hair curled around her face she decided to stroll the hallways of the castle.
When she walked out into the Slytherin common room, not a soul was there except for the portraits peering down at her on the wall. She gave them warm greetings and strode out of the dungeons.
The silence was impeccable in the castle. Part of her was on edge because of the oddity of the silence but she felt as if she could run down the hallway and not a soul would care.
It was a beautiful snow fall outside. The grounds covered in white, and icicles hanging from the edge of the castle. Astoria did not want to waste such a beautiful view, so she decided to walk hastily up the astronomy tower, for a better view. When she reached the top of the steps it was deathly cold, she waved her wand and conjured a self-warming cloak.
She stood at the edge of the tower and took a glance over the edge. Fat snowflakes filled the air, and a handful fell onto her eyelashes. She found herself grinning and catching them in her hands. She caught a snowflake that was perfect of size and had sharp cut edges.
Astoria waved her wand and conjured an artists' easel, a canvas, and her paint set and brushes She was going to enjoy the view, solitude, and chilly winter air.
Astoria allowed her thoughts to run wild with each stroke of the brush. Before she knew it, blue filled her canvas, with hints of white and black. The quietness was becoming too apparent, so Astoria reached into her enchanted bag and pulled out her favorite Fleetwood Mac cassette tape and conjured a tiny stereo. No one would be around to mind if she played the music while she worked. Everyone was spending their vacation with family and she was going to have the best Christmas Eve on her own.
"You can go your own way..." Astoria quietly sang the song to herself.
She began to slowly dance to her own humming and the painting was coming together nicely. She felt herself lighting up on the inside and feeling accomplished, but the painting was missing something. She was not quite sure what it was. She put the paintbrush in her mouth and took a few paces back. She held up her thumb to examine the width of certain aspects until-
"Planning on freezing to death?" Draco abruptly said causing Astoria to jump and nearly drop the brush from her mouth.
"OI! Merlin, Malfoy! You scared the shit out of me!" Astoria said while smacking his arm causing him to playfully cower.
He threw his hands up in surrender and she saw him crack a low smile.
"Sorry. Not really. Are you bloody mental for being up here, in the winter, during a blizzard, on Christmas Eve?"
