"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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Astoria closed her eyes and nodded to the obvious question, yes, she and Draco would be wed tomorrow.
Astoria knew that arranging the marriage with the Dark Lord was her only chance to have Draco return to her life, but she never stopped to think about the consequences. This marriage was going to be not only Draco and Astoria, but Astoria, Draco, Narcissa, Lucius and Lord Voldemort. It was apparent that no matter what the couple did somebody within the inner circle had their say in their relational status.
"Who did this to me?" He said looking defeated.
Astoria exhaled and felt reluctant to explain to him that it was Narcissa who put the spell on Draco. How could she put a rift in a mother and son bond? But Astoria realized long ago that it was better to tell the truth than to deceive.
She explained to Draco why Narcissa wanted to keep the ring with Astoria's memories, and what her real motive was, to remove Astoria from the equation, permanently.
Draco closed his eyes and embraced Astoria tightly. She felt his strong arms keep her close, and the scent of his skin was a friendly familiarity.
"I'm sorry. The things I have said to you these past months they were bloody awful. I—I was cursed, my mother, she—she- "
Astoria interjected by connecting their lips and shaking her head softly. "Kiss me and never stop." She whispered against his lips.
Draco cradled her head and pushed her onto her back. He kissed along her jawline and she felt the heat buildup in her body, the pulsation between her legs beginning to form a heartbeat.
Astoria felt hot tears fall from her eyes and her breathing becoming scarce. The build up of anger, hate, resentment, had created a concrete wall inside of her mind. She is the Greengrass eldest daughter, Voldemort's follower and now soon to be Draco Malfoy's wife.
How many directions will Astoria be pulled until she lets her heart decide?
So many thoughts raced through her mind as she was tasting her fiancées lips, coming to the realization of not being the woman who Draco fell in love with weighed heavy upon her heart. She felt herself beginning to falter the kiss and her mind began to race.
Astoria has done things, unspeakable acts while her and Draco were separated. Acts that would turn any heart black, or send any spouse running in the opposite direction.
Astoria held onto Draco's neck and he ceased his embrace to study her facial expression.
"Why are you tearing?" He asked while brushing his thumb on her cheek.
"I—I—have done horrible things. I fear I am not the girl you once knew---I really am a bitch I—" She began to stutter.
Draco chuckled and rose to his feet to walk across the room. Astoria grabbed hold of her legs to pull them to her chest. What the fuck was funny about the situation? She was pouring her inner most thoughts out and Draco was laughing under his breath. Astoria felt her head cock and she pushed the hair from her face.
