Fortunate Misfortune ( A Draco Malfoy Fan Fiction)

Wait till you meet my owl

Astoria Greengrass.

Girls wanted to be her. Boys wanted to be with her.

Smooth dark waves cascading on her shoulders and lips tinted soft mauve. Everything about her was mesmerizing from the way she talked to the way she walked. Ever so often, a cluster of boys with hearts in their eyes and lips slightly parted in awe paused just to watch her meander by, completely oblivious.

God clearly played favorites.

Unlike her elder sister Daphne, Astoria was pleasant and approachable. She was kind, oozed compassion and smiled a tad bit too much.

That Friday morning, she was busy helping first year Ravenclaws find their way to class. Being taller than those first years, Astoria was crouching down to get a better look at their schedules.

Today however, there was no cluster of boys. Only Draco.

He was quietly watching her from the opposite end of the hallway, biting down on his regular green apple. Why he had a special affinity for the fruit was a matter of myth and mysteries. There was a popular conspiratory theory making rounds of the school corridors recently, claiming that he was in love with the fruit.

Esme found the whole notion quite bizarre even though the whole idea of Draco and Apple–nay, Drapple was mildly entertaining.

"Didn't take you for a stalker, Malfoy." Esme tapped him on the back of his shoulders, catching him off guard.

"Says the girl that's been stalking me for the whole week." He accused her, eyes still glued on Astoria, ogling every fraction of a movement she made.  "Don't you have anything better to do?"

Eseme pondered for a bit. What he said was technically true. She's spent the majority of last week with him. Four Broomsticks had been a constant every evening after class because she didn't want to go to the great hall for dinner.

"I don't." Esme shrugged, not even bothered about admitting the sad obvious. 

"I know you have Divination with the Ravenclaws right now." He arched a brow at her. "Don't you think you should go to class?"

"I do." Esme looked up at him, batting her eyelashes. "But, then again, I can't find it in myself to stay away from you."

"Spare me the do-me-eyes and tell me what you want from me." Draco briefly pulled his eyes away from Astoria, long enough to roll them at her. "You clearly want something from me."

"Just a small favor is all."

"I already told you yesterday, Catastrophe." He began absently, still too preoccupied with Astoria who was now walking away with her hips swaying. "I am not going to pass on that secret admirer note you wrote for Zabini. You need to toughen up and tell him yourself."

"Gods Malfoy. Are you done drooling ?" Esme chastised. She'd never expected the perpetually sneering and scowling Draco Malfoy to behave this way over a girl, let alone show it.

"No—yes?!" He muttered.

"Well, when you are done dragging your tongue across the ground.." Esme handed him a sealed envelope. "..Send this for me."

"I told you already, Swanston. I am not going to— he flipped the sealed envelope she gave him to read the name of the receiver. "Uh, This is for your mum?"

"Correct."

"Well, why can't you have your own owl send it?" Draco folded his arms across his chest.

Esme fought back a snort. "If you think I'm a mess, wait till you meet my owl. "