"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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1999
Astoria found herself pacing around her bedroom. All her missing memories came charging back into her brain like an express train. She could not help but feel guilty for everything she had done, simply because she was under the impression Draco broke her heart. Astoria could not fathom how powerful the feeling of scorn felt and how much she wanted vengeance on Hermione Granger before the ring was smashed.
Granger was never the witch who stole away Draco's heart, but it was Astoria who stole his heart from Granger. Astoria was the beast who yanked Malfoy away from his first love. But was it Astoria's fault if she did not know she was committing such an act?
Astoria decided to put up her occlumency walls to block out the heartbreaking acts she committed while under the memory charm. The killing of Ron Weasley. Burning down Hogwarts school, and nearly cursing Hermione before Draco's eyes. Astoria needed to stay focused and having those memory fog her judgment was not wise. Occlumency walls up.
Astoria knew that Granger was in the Dark Lord's custody, but she needed plausible reason to have an audience with her. However, Granger was second on Astoria's list. Recovering Draco's mind was on the first. She could not handle having Draco scorn at her at breakfast anymore, and she wanted the man she once fell in love with back in her clutches.
The young witch dove down into her trunk and sorted through her personal belongings. Some time ago Astoria wrote to her sister, who was a healer, and asked her for a vial of Veritaserum. Veritaserum was known as truth serum, and one drop in a witch's drink would suffice.
Found it. Astoria clutched the vial in her hands and stuffed it into her pockets. She needed information, and the one person who had an ocean of secrets was the current mistress of the house, Narcissa. Astoria peered outside and it was nearly daybreak. She quickly realized she had not barely slept since she had her memories retrieved days before. Tomorrow Astoria would drop some Veritaserum into Narcissa's tea and see what information Mother Malfoy has to offer.
The following afternoon Astoria was sitting in the formal living room, smoking a cigarette, and waiting for the perfect time to have tea with her future mother-in-law.
Just as the young witch was about to flick the last of her cigarette bud into the nearby ashtray, the runic imprint on the back of her neck began to tingle. A council meeting was being called.
Astoria quickly rose to her feet and her fiancé, and future father-in-law met her in the foyer. Lucius held out his hand and smirked. "No need for you during this meeting, my dear. His Lord wishes that you continue to rest your pretty head. The Dark Lord is concerned for your well-being ever since that filthy mudblood attacked you in the gardens." Astoria scoffed and then her eyes fixated on Draco's, she then met his grey, gorgeous, trustful eyes. How his eyes alone told the hardship of his life.
"Stay here. Mother is out on the terrace about to have her afternoon tea. Try not to upset her." Draco spat.
Astoria rolled her eyes and nodded. Both men trotted into the transport room and flooed off to wherever the council meeting was being held, probably at the Dolohov Estate.
