There had been a few heated discussions with her parent, immediately following the somewhat drastic plunge of the Malfoy's social standing right after the war, where they'd tried to talk her into reconsidering, to think carefully, and if she would only keep her options open, etc. Astoria never even gave it a second thought and flatly told her parents that it was Draco or she'd go off and find some horrid poor Muggle. That kept them, for the most part, off of her back. As the Malfoys worked their way back into Wizarding society's good graces, their protests died off completely. However, how it would have looked aside, if Draco had asked, she'd have moved in immediately. There were very few things she denied Draco, and few times she put her foot down, which made her all the more stubborn about the issues she did stand firm on. Her working, for one.
Astoria had made her choice when it came to Draco and she didn't waste time looking back or second guessing herself.
She made a pleased, hummed sound after the kiss, tip of her tongue darting out for a moment as if savoring the feel of him against her lips. She looked slightly regretful when the car stopped, but voiced no protest. Once he was out of the vehicle, she allowed him to help her out, straightening and, perhaps deliberately, letting the shawl fall a little off of her shoulders, revealing the dramatic drape of fabric in the back of her dress, that nearly went all the way to her waist. It was, perhaps, a touch dressy for just an evening out, but she'd been in the mood to dress up.