Harry stared at the boy who was currently cornered by his cousin Dudley and his gang. The boy looked the same age as Harry, looking to be around eight but could immediately be separated from the rest of the boys. A light pink floral patterned shirt helped highlight the boy's pastel skin, his pale gold locks framed his face and accentuated his feminine features, long soft lashes fluttered against high cheekbones as tears threatened to fall from the blonde's mercury eyes.
"What do you think you're wearing!" screamed Dudley, right into the frightened face of the boy. Harry watched as twin tracks of water leaked from beneath tightly shut eyelids.
"You look like a girl; I bet you taste like one too."
Harry's blood boiled as he saw how scared Dudley was making the boy. He glanced back to where his parents stood under the giant oak tree in the park. Too far away to be of any real help. However it didn't seem as though Harry needed any support as his vision swam red.
Dudley was currently trying to force the pretty blonde boy to kiss him, the boy whimpering and protesting, trying but failing to push Dudley of him. Harry ran towards Dudley, his hand clenched into a fist which then hit Dudley square on his jaw. Dudley fell of the boy with a wail and stared up into Harry's enraged eyes, before running of with the rest of his gang, who had been standing idly only moments ago.
Harry peered down at the boy who was now peaking at Harry between the gaps in his fingers that covered his eyes. Slowly removing the hands covering his face the boy stood up carefully. Dusting of his still pristine white trousers he glanced wearily at Harry.
"Are you going to make fun of me too?" he asked in a timid and soft voice. His voice was surprisingly high but soft and melodious, not the type of voice Harry had been expecting from the boy.
"No, No of course not, I'm not going to make fun of you that was just my prat of a cousin, sometimes I really hate him!"
"Thank you for saving me,"
"It was no problem honestly; I shouldn't have had to save you in the first place, Dudley's an idiot. I'm sorry for the trouble."
"It's okay, my name's Draco by the way, Draco Malfoy, it is a pleasure to meet you." Draco voice took on an aristocratic accent as his pureblood training started to kick in.
"My name's Harry, it's nice to meet you too."
Draco pushed out his hand towards Harry, feeling contemplative Harry stared at Draco's hand before tightly encasing it in his own. Harry's tanned calloused fingers rubbed softly over Draco's pale velvet skin. Harry stared into Draco's face and gasped as, as the light shone on Draco's hair he truly did look like an angel. Draco smiled sweetly at Harry, with Harry grinning back at him. The moment however was Broken as Harry heard his mother's angry shout.
"Harry, you get back here right now, I want a word with you mister."
Harry looked back at Draco and said "I've got to go now, but do you want to be friends, we could meet back up here next week"
Draco stared at Harry "Y…You really want to be my friend?" Harry nodded his head with a quizzical look on his face.
"Sure, why wouldn't I want to be your friend?"
Draco, was ecstatic, someone actually wanted to be his friend.
"Of course I'll be your friend Harry; we will be best friends forever"
Harry nodded in agreement before he heard his name being screamed again. Taking one long final look at Draco, Harry smiled brightly before running back to his parents.
