94 Diagon Alley

    I tried everything I could to do with my mom's old wedding dress.

    "Otherwise you'll lose to the white peacocks swaggering around in Malfoy Manor," my sister said.

    The wedding was a little more hilarious than I expected, although I've repeatedly stressed that we don't need guests who might be embarrassed. But Draco was able to invite Professor Snape, thanks to his horrific look, for giving my wedding an instant funeral chill.

    What's worse, Dumbledore's Phoenix sent blessings, and several wizards who were suspected to be former Death Eaters almost crushed the cup.

    This time the Ollivanders witch came with her husband, who was very polite to Mrs. Malfoy. But Draco wasn't too happy to see her.

    Draco wouldn't be happy to see any Gryffindor, especially Mr. Black, who came to the wedding with a baby. Before leaving, he warned Lucius that he would keep his eyes on him. By the way, this Mr. Black should not have been on the invite list at all.

    Draco assures me that we don't have to have any kinship with him, which I actually regret a little bit. But Sirius Black doesn't seem to like Draco, so I'll stick with my husband anyway.

    When the officiant announced the dance of the bride and groom, I saw Draco look at me with fiery eyes, and that was the first time I had the illusion that he loved me.

    The next morning he left me and ran to the basement, he really didn't love me.

    Before getting married, I thought about what kind of career Draco would choose. He liked Quidditch, but the smelly crashing motion put him off. He may have aspired to be as well-rounded as his father was, but he wouldn't necessarily go to the Ministry of Magic, where many of his "dead foes" from his school days were there. Be a professor? Come on, he'll kick the students off the brooms one by one. It's a good idea to be an obnoxious trustee who always advises Hogwarts, but the Malfoys already have that seat.

    The truth of the matter is that as long as Draco Malfoy stayed at home every day, a steady stream of Galleons would be sent to his Gringotts vault.

    Well, so is the Greenglass.

    So our newlywed life is breakfast together, after which he will handle some of the business paperwork for the Malfoys. A simple lunch with his parents, admiring Mr. Malfoy's house-elves squeezing. He stayed in the basement alone in the afternoon - even if Slytherin's seven years of life made him like the quiet environment underground, for his health, I had to take him to the sun every day. In the evening, when the whole family would enjoy a fancy dinner, I needed to restrain myself from commenting on Mr. Malfoy's rhetoric (which, I admit, was unsuccessful in doing so).

    The time that really belonged to the two of us was after dinner, sometimes he would allow me a little wine, sometimes we would sneak off to St Michael's Island and joke with the Muggle guards in the castle, and sometimes we would Take a look at the difficult alchemy books together. The most common thing we do is sit on the balcony and watch the stars.

    Unlike the Greenglasses, Malfoy has some dealings with Muggles. My husband's father didn't like the job, so Draco went out for him. On a few occasions he was in a great mood and invited me to accompany him to Muggle events.

    I finally understand the reason for Draco's transformation, because Muggles' technology is changing with each passing day, and the magic difference between them and wizards is gradually narrowing.

    My married life was so ordinary and not always happy that there was a time when I felt like the most unfortunate person in the world. Because my husband's parents hate me, I can't ask Draco to be with me every day.

     Narcissa probably doesn't really hate me, she is just like her son, naturally dissatisfied with everything. And my presence doesn't seem to do the family any favors.

    I really wanted to tell her that the best thing about me was telling Draco what good love is.

    Narcissa must have never seen Draco alone. He was complicated and contradictory, because even though people didn't say it, there was always a hint of suspicion in Malfoy's eyes. He doesn't have a close friend who can tell him what's right and what's wrong. People always treat Draco as a child, instilling the idea of ​​pure blood supremacy and then letting him go through upheaval in the world.

    But I can give him a hug and care for him with my noble soul (and beauty).

    I even braid him every day! That damn, Malfoy's pale blond braid!

    After three or four years of ordinary life, I really mastered the way to make myself live comfortably. I was very considerate and trusting of Draco, not stingy with my emotions. But faced with the backward (?) old Malfoys, I sometimes give a blow by surprise. Relying on my husband's indulgence towards me, he told his parents what he couldn't say.

    The house elf will serve me an extra treat for this.

    Until one day Daphne came to me for afternoon tea with a clean face. I had just returned from Diagon Alley and had bought several good books.

    "Have Mrs. Malfoy been upset with you lately?" Daphne's teacup hit the tea tray and made a crisp sound, which is not in line with our education.

    And I was baffled by her question, "When did she like me?"

    "I mean, aside from your arrogant equality theory, and I don't think it's Mrs. Malfoy's fault." Daphne rolled her eyes and gave the small parlor A soundproofing spell. "There are rumors out there that Malfoy is sterile."

    "What's the joke?" I almost turned the table laughing, "Trust me, Draco is more than he looks..."

    "Stop, Astoria, I'm not interested in your private life!" Daphne was a little embarrassed.

    I watched her narrowly for a while, and every time I opened my mouth, I was frightened back by her stern eyes. Finally, she said hard, "If they insist on you having an heir... Mom and Dad will file for a divorce from the Malfoys, and we'll take you back."

    At this time, I realized the seriousness of the matter and began to recall my physical condition for three or four years. I told Daphne not to worry, and I opened the wine bottle in the bedroom after sending her away.

    Draco Malfoy is really a top smart guy, he knows I haven't drunk, so he put the potion in red wine? Too bad I thought this was something to add to the fun...

    My husband does not love me, this is my conclusion. He drugged me behind his back and I wanted to cry.

    The reason for wanting to cry is more of the blood curse on me, and the accompanying powerlessness and despair. Childbirth would take a huge toll on my body, although Draco never brought up the subject of children with me.

    When Draco came up from the basement, he saw me holding a red wine bottle.

    "Actually, my grades in potions are not bad." I told him, "But I don't even smell the things you handed me."

    My husband looked impatient again, "That's for me, it won't hurt you."

    I was choked and had a premonition that I was going to lose the fight. "People are saying things about both of us just because we didn't have kids."

    Draco sighed and we both leaned against the head of the bed. "Goyle's kid is as dumb as he is and doesn't say a few words until he's three years old. Flint's daughter kicks his calf every day. Having kids isn't necessarily a good thing, honey."

    "I went to Diagon Alley last week, and the Ollivanders are so cute." I said, staring at the wine bottle in my hand.

    "Weasley?" Draco's eyebrows furrowed dangerously. "You didn't know he blew up the roofs of the two wand shops and the joke shop?"

    I was silent, searching for the good boy in my mind. "Aunt Andromeda's little grandson is also a gifted little wizard."

    "Don't let Mommy hear you say that." Draco wanted to cover my mouth, "That little wolf... little Lupin just moves around stupidly."

    My lack of life experience is in plain sight. But after a minute I realized I was completely led away by Draco. "What we should be discussing is that, as a Malfoy, it is your responsibility to produce an heir to the family."

    Draco started to get upset, whenever he was upset he always tossed my hair and never messed up his own braids. "Guess what, I don't care if the Malfoys are dead."

    I almost fell off the bed in fright, is this the guy who says "my dad will know" at school?

    "I just need to use my brain and use my erudite magical knowledge-" He had to praise himself first. "Just know that production is not good for you."

    Forget his brain, mine is a little buzzing right now.

    "If only the two of us live a quiet life in the next hundred years, it will be fine." He finally said.

    This is the second time I think Draco Malfoy is hopelessly in love with me.

    This lovable little bastard.

    I lost sleep for several nights thinking about this. Since my blood curse cannot be lifted, can I leave something in the world?

    So I joined Draco's afternoon alchemy studies, and he and I both proved to be somewhat gifted. I organize my notes, do some not-so-dangerous experiments, and enjoy the joy of advanced magic.

    As for the child, I have no fewer than seven solutions, but the one that shows my wisdom the most is obviously a long talk with Draco.

    "I want to have a baby." I said to him, "Not for Mal