Draco smiled to himself as he waited for Astoria. He wasn’t going to let her know it, but he was absolutely ecstatic that she had agreed. He knew it wasn’t much of a secret that he fancied her, but Draco in all honestly felt something deeper than just a crush, and he was genuinely looking forward to spending time with her, and damn whatever Daphne, or anyone else for that matter, thought of it. He glanced at his watch and realised just how early he was. He was slightly embarrassed, and, looking inside the restaurant he could see too women giggling at him, obviously thinking he had been stood up. Screw them. He thought angrily, folding his arms across his chest and stamping his feet on the ground to try to keep warm against the bitter wind.
His smile had faded into a scowl, angry at himself for managing to make himself look like such a fool. However much Draco had said to himself about giving up everything he had learnt from his father, he still hated anybody looking down at him. Although when 90 percent of the wizarding world hates you, being looked down upon is probably unavoidable.
However, seeing Astoria round the corner and walk towards him, looking as beautiful as ever, Draco couldn’t help but feel his smile return. “Astoria,” He beamed at her, “It’s… nice to see you.” He managed to rein himself in at the last minute and look down awkwardly, embarrassed and, even though he hated to admit it to himself, rather shy.
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