I'm not creative enough to come up with this wizarding world, all I own are my sometimes twisted plots.
Abuse, sort of slash references
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The day was warm, sky cloudless and bright, as Harry and Draco guffawed loudly and wrestled in the gardens of the Malfoy manor. As they rolled on the ground, Draco reveled in the soft touch of blades of emerald grass stroking his face; Harry, quickly gaining the upper hand in their play fighting, felt content as a whispering breeze ruffled his hair.
With one last flip, Harry grinned manically as he used his palms to pin Draco by the shoulders. He stuck out his tongue teasingly and Draco tried in vain to snatch it while roaring with laughter. They stayed like that for a moment, suddenly very still and focused on one another's breathing.
Draco didn't understand it, the stirring within the pit of his stomach was a previously undiscovered feeling, but it felt… warm, fuzzy, nice. He snaked out a tongue and let it run across his bottom lip while intently studying Harry's eyes, finding the striking shade to be even more vibrant than anything nature could provide in the gardens they lay in.
Harry allowed a small smile to play across his lips, seemingly unable to loosen his grip on Draco's shoulders. They had been playing like this for years now, it was a usual occurrence for rough housing to break out between the best friends; Harry's jagged breathing and heart trying to pump out of his chest was, indeed, not usual.
The moment soon vanished from the air as a figure towered above the two boys.
"Draco, Harry." Lucius Malfoy stood with hands clasped behind his back, face a mask of coldness.
As Draco pushed the stronger boy away from his body, Harry readily complied – Mr. Malfoy terrified him to no end, and at nine years of age his mind could not comprehend why the man was scary.
"I want you to do something for me, boys," Draco's father drawled, blonde silk hair swaying in the breeze. Both boys nodded dumbly and waited for him to continue. "I want you to kiss your friend, my son."
Draco gave a light shrug of his shoulders and swiftly leaned forward, placing his lips against Harry's cheek sweetly, and pulled back equally as fast. Harry internally groaned as he felt his cheeks begin to flush, having less faith in his friend's father: He knew Lucius was going somewhere with the situation.
"Fair enough, but let us try this again, shall we?" Lucius, in the true Malfoy trademark, raised a single eyebrow. His lips twitched into a malicious smirk as Draco looked confused. "Kiss the boy on the lips."
Suddenly sensing something was wrong with the situation, Draco felt dread begin to drop his stomach. "Wh-what?"
"Did I say you could speak? Do as you are told," Lucius demanded.
The child hesitantly looked at his best friend, fear in his tear filled eyes, and he slowly leaned forward. Draco paused as his mouth was an inch away from Harry's, and then as he took a gulp of air he closed his wet eyes and kissed him. It was absolutely chaste, innocent, and lasted but a second. His eyes were still closed as he pulled away, which is why he did not see Lucius' swift palm being raised and swung downwards.
His fathers hand connected with Draco's face violently, causing the boy to tumble over into the grass. He cried out in pain and tasted something metallic and sticky on the tip of his tongue.
"I presume this will be the last time you are behaving intimately with another boy," Lucius sneered before stalking away.
That was the last time Draco Malfoy saw Harry Potter until two years later at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry did not, in fact, deny Draco's peace offering to stand up for Hermione and Ron; no, he used the two as an excuse to further himself from the one person he would ever love.