Draco Malfoy may not have been a hero, but he was human and what happened to him after the war proves that.
He wished to be a better man, and Astoria was the one to help him do that.
A Draco fanfiction, post-war
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Astoria, was wild. The Queen of where the wild things are. She was reckless, and I liked that. I admired her spirit and soul, because I had none. She never stopped talking, her voice was a song. The girl could move like the wind, a gust on a summer day. Her eyes were blue, never a favorite color of mine until I met her.
Only a Slytherin because she overflowed with individuality and creativity, not because she was self-preserved or shrewd.
Astoria was different.
Astoria, I loved her, because she was the things I used to hate.
