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A/N: Hey guys, author here, one of my stories I have decided to post over from DeviantArt :) Updates should be regular (once a week, probably a Monday) but I will let you know if anything comes up. Please enjoy and review, constructive criticism please! If you have any questions or whatever email me at all-things-drarry .uk

Lily Green -everything drarry and nothing hurts ❤

Numquam Amor Primo Visus

It was a particularly warm weekend; Sunday had brought everyone outside in the sweltering heat. Robes were long forgotten either on the grass or inside. The sky was clear and blue with little wispy white clouds scattered about neatly making some shapes that the students of Hogwarts were easily pointing out. Everyone was either laughing with each other, sleeping or running about.

A particular blonde haired, pale skinned Slytherin had separated himself from his usual cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, opting for a quiet afternoon lazing about topless enjoying the sun beating down on his alabaster skin. The sun was warm on his bare quidditch toned chest as his head was resting on his arms. His hair unusually not slicked back to perfection. He had decided to let it fall loose over his cool grey eyes to hide any sort of emotion that flickered on show there.

He had made his way to his secret quiet spot just beside a large old maple tree. Little did he know he shared the same spot with none other than Harry Potter. His white short sleeved tops was thrown on the ground when he settled in the groove of the trunk, his legs stretched out in his tight black skinny jeans which he'd smartly placed a cooling charm on before he had left in order for them to remain comfortable, he hadn't wanted to have to strip completely.

As Draco closed his eyes listening to the scarlet and auburn leaves rustling high above his head, the wind whipped gently at his face while flicking small strands of his platinum hair out of his closed eyes. He began to drift and entered dream world.

~Dream~

Little five year old Draco was running around Malfoy Manor grounds, his hair ruffling gently in the wind as he was carefully dodging his mothers precious flower garden he had been warned to not step on. He was heading back towards the manor skipping delicately over the gray pebble path while touching the leaves of the smaller trees Narcissa had recently planted. His father had not been home which he was, for a little boy grateful, his father ignored him for the best part of the day anyway until it came to dinner time. The man would become hostile towards his only son. If he stepped out of line, even just a tiny bit, he would be berated severely. For a young boy of five this was hard to absorb. All the rules and regulations stunted him into being very dubious around his father. While contemplating all this information inside his young brain he decided to run the rest of the way back spotting his mother standing just outside the large black shiny framed French doors smiling her heart-warming smile at him. Little dream Draco had started running, his pale little chubby hands grabbing the air while bounding towards his mother. Before he knew it he wasn't running anymore, he was falling down towards the stone ground. Crack! He opened his round silvery eyes which were brimming with tears as he felt his mouth ache in sharp stabbing pain. He raised his pale shaking hand to his face, touching it tenderly so as not to feel anymore of this throbbing in his mouth. Draco lifted his hand away from his face, eyes widening when he saw his hand covered in crimson liquid. He looked up to see his mother rushing elegantly towards him in her long black robes.
When she had reached him she fell to the floor gathering his small body up close to her. Little Draco wasn't crying, Malfoy's don't cry he told himself. Narcissa cooed him telling it'll be alright, with his pale arms wrapped around his mother he heard: Draco, a faint whisper. Draco, it was getting louder. Draco, it was spoken loudly, and was scarily familiar. Draco!

That was the last thing his dreamland mind heard before he woke up groggily on top of someone's lap. He didn't dare look up. That voice was familiar and those hands resting on his shoulders were easily quidditch player's hands, a seeker to be precise. Lifting his head ever so slightly he spotted a red t-shirt. Shit it was a Gryffindor. That voice, he recognised it. His eyes widening at the realisation. Oh crap. He lifted his head until he was staring silver to green.

'Potter?'