Just some random thing I thought of while reading fics about little Draco. :D Enjoy!
It had always been around. From the moment he had gotten it. First, he had carried it with him everywhere. When he got too old for that, it sat on his pillow through the day, and was hugged through the night. But, soon enough, he was too old even for that, and it just sat around the house. Sometimes in his room, on his desk, or occasionally on his bed. Sometimes on the mantle, and sometimes on a couch, snuggled next to a couple throw pillows. But, one thing was true, throughout those years, he hadn't stopped caring for the bear. He couldn't remember a time it hadn't been there. However, his mother could easily remember the day she had given it to him and how happy he had been receiving it...
"Draco, darling!" Narcissa walked up to her small, two-year-old son sitting on the floor, "I've got you a present!" He looked up at her from playing with a toy dragon, eagerness in his eyes.
"Mama?" he said in his cute little two-year-old slur. Narcissa smiled at him and brushed the hair out of his eyes, then reached into the paper bag she was holding and pulled out something. It was a stuffed bear. It was all brown except for it's two black button eyes.
"Bear!" Draco happily exclaimed, dropped the dragon, and reached out his arms for it. Narcissa handed it to him, glad that he seemed to love it so. And, throughout the rest of that day, she didn't see him let go of it once.
And now, as Draco watched the Dark Lord go on one of his rampages through the house (he often got like this when something didn't go right), smashing, burning, and torturing the furniture as his mother looked on with discomfort and terror, he couldn't help but become a little choked up as he watched his dear bear go up in flames.