"Come on Dray!" The five year old girl giggled, tugging on her playmates hand.
Draco Malfoy smiled as he watched her run across the grass. Her golden brown curls bounced freely on her shoulders mimicking the girl's movements.
"Dray, you'll miss it!" The girl huffed as she ran back to get him.
"Miss what?"
"The fairies. They only come out just as the sunsets, and not for a minute longer!" She told him this as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
He followed obligingly, and she led him to the top of one of the many rolling hills behind his manor.
"Now sit, be quiet, and watch," She whispered. "And don't forget to believe."
The pair had been friends for two years, ever since Draco had wandered into a local playground when he was three. She had fallen off the swing, and her eyes were brimming with tears. To him she was 'positively the cutest thing.' He rushed to her side, helping her off the gravel. Since that moment they had been close to inseparable. They had spent as many days together as they could. Slowly, but surely the two grew to care about each other, more than their five year old vocabularies could express.
As Draco watched the sunset, he could have sworn that he saw the slightest flitting of sparkle in the air. He glanced over at his friend, and admired the glow in her face. He could have sat there all night, staring at her honey colored eyes, which continually sparkled with merriment. She looked over at him, and batted her long brown eyelashes, and gave him a smile that would light up any room.
"Isn't it just wonderful Dray?" She asked, her obvious amazement filling her voice.
"Yeah, it really is," He whispered. He realized at that moment that he loved her as much as a five year old possibly could. She was his best friend, his constant companion. Slowly, he reached out and grabbed her hand. He could have sworn that he felt a shock, and she blushed, and looked away. However, she didn't not let go, much to his happiness.
What he didn't know was that she was having similar thoughts about him. His blonde hair, so light it seemed silver in the daylight, sparkled with the glow of the stars that were starting to pop into the sky. For the small moment that their eyes met she was mesmerized by his ice blue eyes. They were the brightest that she had ever seen, and despite their icy appearance, they held so much warmth when they looked at her.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy! Get inside this instant!" Draco's father came yelling up the hill. "What have I told you about playing with this stupid wench?" Draco could see his father shaking with rage as he proceeded towards him.
"I think you had better leave now," Draco whispered to his companion. However, his whisper was not quiet enough.
"Obliviate!" Lucius Malfoy shouted as he pointed his wand at the small girl cowering beside his son. She instantly fell unconscious, and would wake up with no memories of the young boy she had grown so fond of.
"But, daddy!" Draco protested, his eyes starting to tear.
"Draco, she is a mudblood. I have told you many times that you are not allowed to associate with them. You are above their kind. And get rid of those tears, Malfoys don't cry," He insisted. "You shall never see this girl again, and she will never remember who you are."
This concept baffled Draco, as he did not yet understand fully the power of the magic that raced through his veins. He couldn't see how she could forget year's worth of memories, and the young love that he was sure she felt too.
"You will grow up someday boy, and she will mean nothing to you." Lucius Malfoy drug his son in by his collar, and ordered the house elves to return the girl to her home, with as little commotion as possible.
"Just be lucky that I didn't do worse."
That was the moment that Draco Malfoy's heart turned to ice. He was no longer the sweet, caring, young boy that his friend had known. He was now arrogant, heartless, and felt a stronger hatred for his father than for anything else in his life.