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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Narcissa fidgeted with Draco's collar more than she was actually straightening it, forcing him to take her hands and pull them away from his neck with tight features holding in a couple of swears.
"Mother please, I'm a grown man I think I can dress myself properly."
Draco said with annoyance but pulling his features away from making a sneer; because he didn't do that anymore. Narcissa eyed him carefully, a small and faint smirk on her crimson colored lips as she turned to the door of the Greengrass manor.
"You may be a man but you'll always be my son Draco Malfoy, and I handle you however I please." She said, the smirk never leaving her face as she rose her delicate hand to the doorbell and rang it once. Draco, couldn't help but chuckle at his mother, turning to the door and placing his hands in front of him to await a house elf to let them in.
When he heard a voice and the sound of footsteps approach he arranged his facial features to appear as one would normally find Draco Malfoy. Hard, serious, and grown. Not wanting to give anyone the impression that he so much as cared that you existed or that he about anything or anyone.
After some moments the door finally opened, and to his surprise it was not a house elf but a woman. She was old and wrinkled, dark brown eyes adorning crows feet from the large cheery smile she produced. Her hair was grey, all of it, curled to her shoulders. And what really caught Draco's attention was her height, short and stout, she was at least half his size if not shorter, but she was no elf, midget, or goblin.
"Young Mr. Malfoy and Mrs. Malfoy I presume," She asked in a pleasant voice, and Narcissa nodded. Her eyes still and mouth making the faintest of smile when nodding.
"Please do come in, Mrs. Green will be delighted to know your here!" The woman said, opening the door for the two to enter.
The old woman, who had introduced her self as Mrs. Nick, walked the two silver haired Malfoy's to the front of the large staircase. And though she was talking, Draco didn't pay much attention to her words. Instead, he took in the Greengrass Manor interior design. A lot of it was of dark wood, giving the inside a 'homey' cozy feel to it, until you take in the expansive flooring, ceiling, and detailing of everything else. They were of bright colors, a more happy looking place, nothing at all like the Malfoy Manor.
"And Ms. Daphne is probably just as excited to finally meet you young Mr. Malfoy." Draco heard the old woman, prompting him to tear his mind from the features of the manor to her. She was smirking at him suggestively, and her eyes took in the features of his face, still serious and hard.
"Please, Draco is fine." He told the woman, to which she nodded to respectfully.
"As you wish, Mr. Draco." She replied, and before she could say another word Mrs. Greengrass was making her way down the stairs. A woman of shortness as well, a little shorter than Draco's own mother. She wore a dark purple dress, one that hugged her hips and waist respectively. Her hair was also pulled back, dark brown hair into a middle ponytail, in curls. She was smiling, kind and un-intimidating.
