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He likes her regardless. In whatever way she likes herself.

him, never, and the situation was the perfect excuse to keep Astoria Greengrass away from him and focus on the mission his life depended on. ›

One particularly cold evening, the Prince was returning from the Room of Requirement, having spent another day trying to mend it. His ›

efforts were starting to give results, but the amount of magic needed continued to drain the energy from his body. The Malfoy heir chose ›

to have an early dinner, or so he thought until an unusual sobbing echoed in the hall. Normally, he wouldn't have cared, but a strange ›

curiosity carried him to the source of such inconsolable sounds. And there Astoria Greengrass was, curled up and fearful; her belongings ›

were scattered all over the forecourt's ground, her uniform and her entire persona looked rather disastrous. It was useless to deny ›

the immediate worry he felt for seeing Astoria Greengrass in such state whilst his blood boiled with thirst and hunger for vengeance to ›

whomever had done this to Astoria Greengrass. Little did he know that the main reason behind the despicable act was no other than himself. ›

Silent steps took him in her direction, standing behind Astoria Greengrass. "Astoria?" Was the announcement of his presence before he moved ›

around to stand before Astoria Greengrass, retraining himself with everything he had from simply hold her fragile figure in his arms in a ›

false feeling of protection. "Are you alright? What happened? Who did this?"

"Enigmatic..."

Drastoria

"I'm quite sure we'll still have a couple more snow days for you to, ehm, build a snowman when you feel better, Astoria Greengrass."