EDIT: After reading this story again, I realised the blunders I had done. So I am reposting the chapters. The chapters are pretty much same but I have corrected the obvious mistakes. Enjoy.

Come watch how a five-year-old meddled to bring together an arrogant Slytherin prince and a stubborn Gryffindor princess.

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A/n-I know this plot-line has been written and exhausted to death. But I just couldn't stop myself from writing. So guys go ahead and read. It's going to be a short story with 5 to 6 chapters. And no, I haven't forgotten about obliviate! The sequel will be out soon.

And don't forget to review, it makes my day.

She looked at her nanny, dozing on a patch of yellow sunlight as she laid on her back looking at the blueness of the sky. White fluffs of cloud floated from here to there as if chasing each other's tails. She could make out a little fairy and a dragon, and a rabbit in it. She smiled as the rabbit sailed into the dragon's nose. Cloud guessing was her favourite pastime. But her heart wasn't into it today.

She sighed, by far this was the worst birthday, a five-year-old could imagine. First of all, her mum was called into her office to do some important big people work. Though she was very sorry, that she got called, what with her telling sorry and planting a big sloppy kiss every fifteen seconds, yes she had counted. Secondly, her bestest friend in the whole wide world, James, was down with the fever. What was with him and diseases, especially on her birthdays? And as for her dad, he didn't care for her birthday, he never even remembered to send her a card. She was sure, all those big gifts she got from him, a month later than her birthday were probably due to her mum nagging.

And above all, she was utterly bored out of her mind. She tried shaking up her nanny so that they could play hide and seek, but she just mumbled something about hot men and went back to sleeping. She frowned thinking that how a man could be hot, maybe whoever her nanny was dreaming about had a fever. She sighed and thought of exploring the park, but her mum's warning about not straying around stopped her little steps.

Her last birthday came into mind. How her mum had made a huge cake with a dragon sitting on top of it, which spit frosting when you tickled its tummy. How James had eaten so much cake that he had upchucked it all back. She giggled a little as she remembered how Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry had to leave with a screaming James, apparently he still wanted more cake.

Ah! Good times. She had wished for a dragon, and she had got one. Of course, it was a toy. Her mum had made her promise never to accept any kind of egg from Hagrid, not even a chicken egg though she didn't know why but her mum kept rambling about snakes and spiders and how he could kiss even a blast ended skewrt. Her father hated spiders, maybe she would send one for his birthday and, of course, Uncle George would help. She giggled thinking about it.

Hagrid was … cute?

Maybe there is a surprise later on, who knew. But she could hope.

She thought back to a couple of days, how she had seen her mum crying quietly while doing the dishes. She had asked, but her mum replied that some soap had gone into her eyes. Well, she was five years old, not mental. Oh yes, her mum never showed it to others but she saw the sadness in her eyes. And as that snot face Katy from her playschool said, that every mum needs a dad to stay happy, may be what her mum needed was a dad. Maybe what both of them needed was a dad in their life. So she did what a five-year-old would do, she closed her eyes and wished.

She wished for a dad who would kiss her goodnight, tell her stories, and tickle her in the tummy.

She wished for a dad who was so tall that when he hugged her mum, his arms would go all around, so tall that when she sat on his shoulders, she could touch the sky.

She wished for a dad who would love both of them unconditionally forever and ever.

She opened her eyes to see a man sitting under the apple tree. His hair was the colour of milk, probably he drank a lot of it. But he looked sad. And as it was her birthday she didn't want anyone to be sad. Making sure that her good for nothing nanny was still sleeping, she got up and started walking towards him.

Moreover, he looked tall, and maybe matchmaking her mum wouldn't hurt at all.

A/n- so guys do you like it? Should I continue?

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