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You sniffled, taking in all her words, no, not words, insults. The opposite of compliments, what you were used to. Dark, mean words, full of malice and hate, intended for ill purposes.
Pansy Parkinson was your attacker's name, and she was spouting nothing but insults ever since she saw Draco Malfoy smile at you as he helped you when you dropped your books. But it was her own fault, for tripping you like that.
But why is she doing this?
Regardless, she continues. And you stay silent, softly sobbing and weeping. She starts to get physical, pulling your hair, grabbing fistfuls of it and shoving you away from her. One of the girls behind her tells her someone's coming and they run. But not before kicking you one last time.
You see footsteps as you slowly lose consciousness, the pain subsiding, for now.
When you finally come to, you feel bandages on your arms, head, torso, and legs, and a slight pressure around your hand. You try to turn your head to move, but a sharp pain stops you, "Aa" you wince.
"[Name], are you alright? Oh, [Name]."
Suddenly Draco wraps his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. You blush, but overall wince more. It kinda hurt, everywhere. A terrible sore feeling.
"[Name], tell me, what happened to you?" His voice is soft and gentle, something you never would have imagined or expected from him.
He pulled away from you and looked you in the eye. You flinched and looked away, "Uhm."
"Fine," he takes your hand, and softly traces circles, "How long has this been going on?" He asks, taking a different approach.
You look up at him, "Since we first met, a few months ago, when you helped me pick up my books.."
"...And just what has been happening?"
"Uhm... Pansy.. She.. She.." You wanted to continue, but tears slipped from your eyes, which quickly turned into full blown sobs. He pulled you close and held you tight, stroking your hair and kissing your head. Whispering into your ears.
Soon you fell asleep, and he never left your side, anger boiling towards Pansy for doing this to you. To you, his beloved crush.
He had met you when the two of you were younger, at his house. His father told him important people were coming over, and they had a daughter his age that he would like him to meet. He patted Draco's head and told him more of the family, the [Fathers last name] family and their success, and the [Mothers last name] family, how together they had [First Name] [Last name], the girl he was going to meet.
"We'll all be having dinner together, but I want you to meet her before, and get acquainted by dinner time, so you can play some more after dinner. Befriend her, okay? She has a good background, strong roots." His father didn't mention anything of her appearance, so when little Draco met the little [Name], he couldn't help but feel like she was cute. His first instinct was to bully her, of course. But his father quickly, and subtlety, reprimanded him and told him how he should treat her.
"Treat her like a princess, like a friend. Treat her kind, give compliments and share when you play. That being said, no rough housing, keep in mind that she is a girl. Be nice to girls. Listen to her requests and make her feel at home. If anything happens, find me, alright?"
Little Draco eagerly nodded, excited to do what his father said, to befriend the girl but ultimately to make his father proud.
"I'm Draco Malfroy, would you like to play in my room?"
You looked at your mother, and hesitantly nodded. He took you by the hand and led you to the stairs.
By the time dinner was served, the two of you were like best friends. He was offering to share practically all his food with you, before he took a bite of anything, he asked if you wanted any. You were really shy, but opened up more to him. You didn't know what it was, but you felt like you could trust him. Besides, you didn't know many children your age.
He even shared his dessert with you, something he normally wouldn't do with anyone. But with you, he did, spoon feeding it to you.
"Oh how cute they are. Mrs. Malfoy, tell me, are you going to enroll him to Hogwarts when he's older?"
"Oh yes, yes, yes, absolutely. It's much closer than that Durmstrang Institute you know. Are you going to apply [Name] there as well?"
"Oh yes, I'm hoping she'll get in. She's very bright, and already ahead of her classes, but you can never feel too sure, you know?"
"Oh yes I understand completely." The two of you were oblivious to your mothers' chatting, as he was happily feeding you, wiping off excess cream that landed anywhere but your mouth.
After dinner the two of you raced back up the stairs, hands intertwined. He was still excited to finish showing you his room, especially since you were so easily impressed.
Years went by, and while interaction remained, it slowly decreased. Until recently, in your first year at Hogwarts.
"How about I teach her a lesson, for doing what she did to you?"
"Ah no, Draco, I'd really rather not. Besides, if she likes you, it'll crush her enough that we're together." You smile up at him, your head resting on his arm, hands intertwined as the two of you left the infirmary.
"Oh come on, at least one remark?"
"Hm, okay fine, but one thing. And you have to tell me what you're going to say first!"
"I can live with that." He said as he pecked you on the cheek. Your smile widened as you snuggled closer to him. You were happy to be reunited with Draco, your now loving boyfriend.
Unknown to the two of you, Pansy was watching as you left the infirmary, and was silently sobbing to herself in anger and heartbreak.
"What's so good about her anyway? What does she have that I don't? She's not better than me!" She cried.
Hermione passed by, "Everything, practically everything and anything, including Malfroy himself, and yes she is."
Pansy gaped at the now-leaving smiling Hermione, one of your close friends.
Pansy Parkinson was your attacker's name, and she was spouting nothing but insults ever since she saw Draco Malfoy smile at you as he helped you when you dropped your books. But it was her own fault, for tripping you like that.
But why is she doing this?
Regardless, she continues. And you stay silent, softly sobbing and weeping. She starts to get physical, pulling your hair, grabbing fistfuls of it and shoving you away from her. One of the girls behind her tells her someone's coming and they run. But not before kicking you one last time.
You see footsteps as you slowly lose consciousness, the pain subsiding, for now.
When you finally come to, you feel bandages on your arms, head, torso, and legs, and a slight pressure around your hand. You try to turn your head to move, but a sharp pain stops you, "Aa" you wince.
"[Name], are you alright? Oh, [Name]."
Suddenly Draco wraps his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. You blush, but overall wince more. It kinda hurt, everywhere. A terrible sore feeling.
"[Name], tell me, what happened to you?" His voice is soft and gentle, something you never would have imagined or expected from him.
He pulled away from you and looked you in the eye. You flinched and looked away, "Uhm."
"Fine," he takes your hand, and softly traces circles, "How long has this been going on?" He asks, taking a different approach.
You look up at him, "Since we first met, a few months ago, when you helped me pick up my books.."
"...And just what has been happening?"
"Uhm... Pansy.. She.. She.." You wanted to continue, but tears slipped from your eyes, which quickly turned into full blown sobs. He pulled you close and held you tight, stroking your hair and kissing your head. Whispering into your ears.
Soon you fell asleep, and he never left your side, anger boiling towards Pansy for doing this to you. To you, his beloved crush.
He had met you when the two of you were younger, at his house. His father told him important people were coming over, and they had a daughter his age that he would like him to meet. He patted Draco's head and told him more of the family, the [Fathers last name] family and their success, and the [Mothers last name] family, how together they had [First Name] [Last name], the girl he was going to meet.
"We'll all be having dinner together, but I want you to meet her before, and get acquainted by dinner time, so you can play some more after dinner. Befriend her, okay? She has a good background, strong roots." His father didn't mention anything of her appearance, so when little Draco met the little [Name], he couldn't help but feel like she was cute. His first instinct was to bully her, of course. But his father quickly, and subtlety, reprimanded him and told him how he should treat her.
"Treat her like a princess, like a friend. Treat her kind, give compliments and share when you play. That being said, no rough housing, keep in mind that she is a girl. Be nice to girls. Listen to her requests and make her feel at home. If anything happens, find me, alright?"
Little Draco eagerly nodded, excited to do what his father said, to befriend the girl but ultimately to make his father proud.
"I'm Draco Malfroy, would you like to play in my room?"
You looked at your mother, and hesitantly nodded. He took you by the hand and led you to the stairs.
By the time dinner was served, the two of you were like best friends. He was offering to share practically all his food with you, before he took a bite of anything, he asked if you wanted any. You were really shy, but opened up more to him. You didn't know what it was, but you felt like you could trust him. Besides, you didn't know many children your age.
He even shared his dessert with you, something he normally wouldn't do with anyone. But with you, he did, spoon feeding it to you.
"Oh how cute they are. Mrs. Malfoy, tell me, are you going to enroll him to Hogwarts when he's older?"
"Oh yes, yes, yes, absolutely. It's much closer than that Durmstrang Institute you know. Are you going to apply [Name] there as well?"
"Oh yes, I'm hoping she'll get in. She's very bright, and already ahead of her classes, but you can never feel too sure, you know?"
"Oh yes I understand completely." The two of you were oblivious to your mothers' chatting, as he was happily feeding you, wiping off excess cream that landed anywhere but your mouth.
After dinner the two of you raced back up the stairs, hands intertwined. He was still excited to finish showing you his room, especially since you were so easily impressed.
Years went by, and while interaction remained, it slowly decreased. Until recently, in your first year at Hogwarts.
"How about I teach her a lesson, for doing what she did to you?"
"Ah no, Draco, I'd really rather not. Besides, if she likes you, it'll crush her enough that we're together." You smile up at him, your head resting on his arm, hands intertwined as the two of you left the infirmary.
"Oh come on, at least one remark?"
"Hm, okay fine, but one thing. And you have to tell me what you're going to say first!"
"I can live with that." He said as he pecked you on the cheek. Your smile widened as you snuggled closer to him. You were happy to be reunited with Draco, your now loving boyfriend.
Unknown to the two of you, Pansy was watching as you left the infirmary, and was silently sobbing to herself in anger and heartbreak.
"What's so good about her anyway? What does she have that I don't? She's not better than me!" She cried.
Hermione passed by, "Everything, practically everything and anything, including Malfroy himself, and yes she is."
Pansy gaped at the now-leaving smiling Hermione, one of your close friends.
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