he was looking for - this was a first - astoria greengrass. for the past seven years he had referred to her asĀ ālittle greengrassā because he couldnāt remember her name, or maybe he just didnāt bother to care. daphne was one of his closest friends, though, so the past year he finally put in some effort and realized thatĀ ālittle greengrassā did in fact have a first name. and apparently she was painting, as he recognized the dark head of hair from a distance. he didnāt want to do this, but unfortunately he was decent enough to tell her himself what he just heard. he decided to wait it out until she was done painting ( well, splashing colors on paper couldnāt be called painting ) to try to be nice when she spotted him herself.Ā āvery,ā was his reply, not bothering with a sarcastic undertone.Ā āiām not here to help you, greengrass. we have a problem.ā he fixed his slytherin scarf and studied her momentarily. āwe have a son together. his name is scorpius. apparently we got married sometime after we both graduated.ā he paused, shook his head and sighed.Ā āi wish i was kidding, but iām not. so before you run into him i figured you should know.ā
astoria greengrass did not expect draco malfoy to be at a place such as this but it was the latter he told her that shook her to her core. he either was awfully intoxicated at this early hour of the day or someone must have had hexed him, because not Ā even in some preposterous dream , draco malfoy and astoria greengrass could have been married nor would have a bloody child with the ridicilous name scorpius malfoy. she almost laughed but the dead serious expression on his face forced her to maintain a neutral face. Ā she ran her fingers through her hair streaked with red paint. Ā ( her mother would have decapitated her for looking like a mess, but astoria couldnāt care less about it) Ā ā malfoy.ā she said now with a rather unamused expression, her brows furrowed.Ā ā or draco ,Ā i donāt know.ā she hesitated, how to call him. after all she did not know him at all. it was her sister daphne who was rather fond of him, something astoria could never relate to, but it didnāt matter to her since she had no intention to get to know him better. no ,Ā astoria wasnāt someone to judge quickly, but if she allowed someone like draco malfoy toĀ mess with her life, it would make it impossibe for her to change.( Ā as if she didnāt struggle enough ).Ā āyou must confuse me with my sister, daphne.Ā ā the girl continued, struggling to keep her cool . the thought of having a child with draco malfoy terrified her to the bones , and the only explanation for his words being true, could only mean some sort of arranged marriage, something she loathed and wouldnāt let happen to her. Ā returning to the canvas, she now added some green to the painting, but instead of graceful strokes her brush scratched against the canvas. Ā ā listen, draco- or malfoy, next time youāre lying to me you should come up with a better lie, like telling me that you met some younger version of my mother, i would believe that, really. but i highly doubt that we would ever be married, i donāt even know if weāve ever talked !ā at this point she was rather rambling, words unable to escape her lips. if she didnāt know better, she would have almost believe that she was panicking.Ā ā and i would never call my son scorpius, it sounds ridicilous, really, so please tell me you were simply joking and there might be the faintest possibilty that iāll forget about it and not splash paint on your face?ā
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