The Untold Story of Astoria Greengrass

Chapter 13

The days slipped by pretty quicky in Wiltshire- of course, Draco did almost nothing but follow around Daphne at her every whim. He stared at her tapping her fingers impatiently over the counter of a muggle library, nails clicking softly as she gave another impatient sigh. He was still very confused as to what they were doing there, but Daphne had been very secretive and he could only speculate it must be something to do with Astoria sneaking into the Owlry at the Weasleys.

He sighed absentmindedly as he turned away from the counter to look out the window. It was beginning to get rather cold out and he felt shivers run up and down his back. He did his best not to think of Astoria, not to look for Astoria, not to ask for Astoria but he found himself repeating her name, over and over, like a poem he never could quite finish. She was different, had always been. He'd never thought she would be this to him, this presence that haunted him long after she was gone. He couldn't look at Daphne without looking for something that reminded him of Astoria- which was hard considering the two were so absolutely different.

Astoria was at school now- he should be able to push her out of his mind and instead he found himself leaning over his balcony into his garden more than once, remembering that first kiss.

He could have avoided the situation they were in- he could have not asked Daphne to be his girlfriend, he could have waited. He would have realized he preferred Astoria and they would be having a great time by now, getting along wonderfully. But he didn't.

He panicked and jumped at an opportunity for security. He wasn't sure, after all, what Astoria would have thought of that first kiss. He looked at Daphned, her dark lashes lingering across her white cheeks. She really was breathtakingly beautiful- and her family needed him. His need to redeem himself was overwhelming and perhaps the only thing stronger than his desire to go find Astoria. Besides, Astoria was just a child- and he wasn't going to involve her in the mess of his mind. He needed something way less emotional, less complicated.

Daphne was truely as simple as it got.

''What a long time that stupid librarian is taking.'' Daphne muttered under her breathe.

''She's probably searching for your book- muggles have their own catalogue system. Card by card, I told you we should have tried one closer home.'' Draco whispered to Daphne, tired of waiting.

''And I told you that it had to be this library. They are the only ones that have what I'm looking for.'' she said, looking over the counter.

Draco walked away and looked over a nearby pile of neatly stacked books. He recognized most names from Muggle Studies, although he had never really read many muggle books.

''Excuse me.'' A tiny voice said from behind him. He rolled his eyes at the prospect of speaking to a muggle before turning irritable to the person tapping his shoulder.

''Yes?'' he asked as he noted the girl before him. He arched his brow, noting she was not what he expected.

For one thing, her voice may be small but her size was not. She was just a bit taller than he was and exceptionally lovely for a muggle.

''Sorry but.. well...'' she wrung her hands around her wrists nervously and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

''well?'' Draco asked, growing impatient. It didn't matter how pretty this blue eyed twit was, she was taking much to long to state her purpose.

''Well, it's just... I was seperated from my group and it turns out my friendly, Milly, was holding my...'' she gently motioned her finger in a short swishing movement, small so that no one else could see.

Draco's irritation faded away to confusion. Could she mean her wand?

''Oh. well, what can i do for you?'' he asked, still not a hundred percent sure.