Draco Malfoy (thissideofevil) wrote in unloading_zone, @ 2010-09-18 22:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | astoria malfoy, draco malfoy |
Who: Draco and Astoria Malfoy
Where: The Seabreeze
When: Saturday evening at seven
What: A date
Status: Incomplete
Maybe he'd done it wrong, he wondered, as he stood by the door of the Seabreeze waiting for Astoria. Perhaps he should have said he would pick her up at seven, swung by her bungalow and escorted her to the restaurant. It would have been the proper thing to do. Instead, here he was, waiting by the door for her to escort herself. That wasn't proper. What would Mother say, he asked himself for the eighth time in about as many minutes. His only defense was that this was, for him, a first date with Astoria. His future wife. And to her, they were already married. Draco was under no illusion that she was in love with him or cared for him much at all on a romantic level, but there were appearances to keep up. Not to mention... he needed her on his side.
But more importantly, perhaps, was the necessity to accept the situation as it was; he married Astoria Greengrass and as such, she became a Malfoy. She deserved certain things, a certain prestige, and though no one on the island could really provide it... he could. He would have to. It was his duty. Or it would be.
Though he hated having to do it, more than he could ever say, though it terrified him somewhat to put the shackles he'd been dreading on himself... somewhere, necessity demanded. And better on his terms, correct? These were his terms. Might as well accept it now while there was reason to do so, while they had reason to band together, before the situation passed (if it ever did) and a wall was once again erected between them. Postponing it now would be delaying the inevitable, a maneuver that would certainly bite him in the backside shortly.
Draco once again poked his head in the Seabreeze, checking that she hadn't slipped by him, though how she would've done that, he didn't know. He'd only checked four times already, making this an even fifth, and still no sign of her.
Bloody hell, was she waiting for him to get her? He had said the Seabreeze, hadn't he? Draco pulled the note out of his pocket to read it again. Merlin, it was like being on his very first date with a very first girl whom he really liked, and really, only one of those things was true.
It wasn't the one that mattered.
He really hadn't specified that she was to meet him here, had he?
"Bugger."