I got the idea for this from watching the movie Practical Magic so this fic and the title (which I believe roughly translates to 'True Love') are based on the spell preformed by young Gilly. However, neither Practical Magic or Harry Potter belong to me.
Also, this is just a silly thing I typed up real quick on my tablet and so it has not been Beta'd. I apologize for any mistakes I left.
Draco Malfoy was seven years old when he decided he never wanted to fall in love and nine when he made up a spell to ensure that he wouldn't.
"Eyes as green as emeralds and hair as black as a raven's wing," he said as he plucked two green leaves off a plant from his mother's garden and tossed them into a wooden bowl. Next he found a dark feather and added that as well.
"A quidditch player who always catches the golden snitch." A small yellow flower bud was cut from its stem.
"He will always notice me; even in a crowded room. His favorite shape will be a lightening bolt. He can defeat dragons and ride hippogriffs." Three more items were collected and tossed into the bowl.
"Draco? What are you doing?" Pansy Parkinson asked. She had grown bored watching Draco move about the gardens as he talked jibberish and gathered seemingly random objects. She'd much rather be inside staging another glamorous tea party.
"I'm preforming a love spell." He absently replied.
"Love spell? I've never heard of a love spell like this." Pansy eyed her friend critically and said, "I thought you didn't want to fall in love. You told me so, remember? You said that your father said that only fools fall in love and Malfoys-"
"-are not fools." Draco finished for her. Of course he remembered. Draco remembered everything his father ever told him and if his father said it than it had to be true. "That's why I have to do the spell. I'm going to make sure that the guy I'll fall in love with is so perfect that he can't possibly exist. And if he doesn't exist, I'll never fall in love."
"Oh," Pansy said as she stood from the chair she had been sitting in and fixed her skirts. "Will you be done soon? I want to play tea party again."
"I just need one more thing," his grey eyes scanned the garden until they landed on the most beautiful lily he had ever seen. Its petals were of the purest white and for a moment Draco regretted having to pick it. "He will be the greatest, most powerful wizard of our time."
Years later, Draco Malfoy stood on a field of victory.
The Dark Lord Voldemort had been defeated by the greatest, most powerful wizard of their time. The same wizard who rode a hippogriff in his third year and defeated a dragon in his fourth. The wizard who had a lightening bolt scar on his forehead, could somehow always find Draco and never missed the golden snitch. A wizard named Harry Potter who had his mother's green eyes and his father's raven black hair.
Harry Potter, the boy who took Draco's hand and taught him that Malfoys could be fools.