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Astra Malfoy was a complicated soul. From the mere age of thirteen, she realized that she would be more important as a female pure-blood gimmick over anything else. She would never be truly appreciated for her intelligence or magical prowess, only her ability to produce sacred heirs.
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Her father neglected the lot of them, but never laid a hand on her. Except for once. Her third year, Christmas break, the first night back, the Malfoy family was eating dinner. She expressed her friendship with Hermione Granger, a very popular name in the Malfoy household. That's how it started. The patriarch did not hesitate to scold Astra on her choices of companionship, whilst she remained relentless, insisting that it did not matter who she decided to be in cahoots with. A large noise rang throughout the dining hall, palm to cheek.
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When Lucius slapped her, she felt everything around her go blurry. Her breathing became uneven as she had tried to comprehend what had just happened. She looked around, Draco had his head down, staring at his plate; while Lynx had started crying. She hated seeing him cry. She bought her hand up to rub her cheek, as she felt tears stinging her eyes. She hated this feeling. She felt weak, powerless.
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