Morning

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It was warm. Soft and comfortable in every way, my body was relaxed in ways that I have never felt before. It was peaceful. I remember all the nights since the Dark Lord had come into our lives. I was little. Maybe, three or four. He threatened my father with my life if he didn't return to him. Originally, it was my Grandfather Abraxis Malfoy, my father's father, who was a true deatheater. He praised him, and told my father to do the same. He died shortly after he had heard of the Dark Lord's death, leaving my father be free to leave it behind. Until he found me, and used me against my father. It's the reason my father became so strict. He cares, and he didn't want me to disobey and die. I had to figure it out, my father knows that I know, but he was still afraid. When he was put in Azkaban, I was 16, I feared the Dark Lord. I knew he'd come back for our money, pureblood status, and power. He also knew I was afraid and an easy target. So I played it, from when I was 11 to hating the Golden Trio, to when I was told I had to kill Dumbledore was when it was fear talking. However, when I was 17, I knew things had to change. So much death and darkness. The Manor was a prison, not just for the Order, but it was OUR prison. He turned my home into a haunted place. My open fields of green, fresh grass where I learned to fly and play Quidditch was turned into a graveyard for people, creatures and monsters. Light was replaced with a shadow of darkness. The flashes came quickly, like usual. He was standing before me, then he grabbed my little four-year-old hand and held me up like a doll off the ground. Then I was 14, walking down the halls before entering my living room to see HIM sitting in my father's grand chair. Then I was 16, told I was to kill Dumbledore and uphold my grandfather and father's legacy, that I was next in line. Then I was 17, surrounded by death of my own teacher, the torture of the man who sold me my first wand, and being tortured myself. I was screaming. Like I would have rather died than last another sec-

Draco. Draco!DRACO! Wake up! It's a dream! A mightmare! Wake up, it isn't real!

Astoria? How did she? Is she...? Do I hear...her?

Come back to reality Draco. Back to bed. Wake up, please.

So I did.

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I opened my eyes and closed them. The light was blinding through my room. The curtains were drawn and Astoria was leaning over me with worry. I rubbed my face with one hand and sat up. I realized I was sweating, I knew that I was from last night, but this was a new coat. I was trying to collect my thoughts when Astoria got out of bed, she had put on the robe she was wearing last night, and handed me a glass of water. She must have gone into the bathroom and pulled one out.

"You didn't have to do anything," was all I said to her. She nodded patiently, I took the glass from her and gulped it in one shot. She smilied.

"I wanted to help," she said as she began to play with the band of edges of her robe, she wanted to ask something, but she was debating on whether or not she should speak. I put the glass aside and got up to tower over her. She immediately froze and looked away. She's so innocent. I grabbed her and pulled her close to me.

"Astoria, Astoria," I said as I opened her robe and pressed her bare sweaty body against my own, "your innocence is the..." I couldn't explain it because I don't think I have ever even complimented a girl this way,but it felt right, "...it's the..."I looked her straight in the eyes, "it's the cutest thing I have ever seen." She blushed.

"You have never said that before have you?" she asked. Smart girl, now I like her even more.

"Nope, I guess it isn't what most girls would want their husbands to say," I told her as I shifted my hands to pull off her robe and press her close to me, "they prefer words like: sexy, hot, gorgeous, lush-"

"Stop it," she said as she playfully tried to push me away so I would stop. However I saw further than that.

"You've never been told any of those words before have you?" I asked. She looked away, in embaressment. I loosened my grip only to tighten it around her upper back and her shoulders in a hug. I kissed her head and lead her towards the bed and had her sit next to me. Now she didn't want to look up or down. She also began covering her stomach with her arms, again, her face said embaressed. Then it hit me. Astoria, is one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen, but she doesn't hang around a lot of guys because she's compairing! She's smaller, fragile, but her body wasn't orignally like this. Now I remember from when I was an ass in school. She was chubbier, slightly, you could hardly notice, but her breasts and bum weren't the same size and her curves weren't there either. She's insecure.

I got up and threw on my robe as I headed into the bathroom. Great. More problems, now I have to deal with her emotional stuff, being a husband is going to be work. I splashed water on my face before re-entering my bedroom, or OUR bedroom, whatever. I looked around and Astoria was no where in sight. Great, now I hurt her feelings, women.

"Astoria! Astoria where are you?" I called out. I walked out into the hallway and saw no one, heard no one. Where could she be? I was about to turn when I heard something, someone. I tightened my robe and dashed down the hall, wand in hand. I went into the room next to our bedroom where all of Astoria's things were, the bathroom door was open. I waited and took a breath, that smell. Oh no, that smell, blood.

"Astoria are you alright?!" I walked in to see her on the floor,eyes closed, blood spilled from the side of her mouth.

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