the first interlude, i thought, should be their first meeting. notice how impulsive draco is in this story. that will likely become important. also notice the strong protective instinct.
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"You go 'way!" the blond haired boy demanded imperiously, stepping between the fat boy and his new friend. "He don't want you, I don't want you. You go 'way!" The black-haired boy behind him huddled in on himself, expecting a blow. The other boy refused to leave, infuriating the blond.
"Fine! We go then!" He grabbed the tiny boy's hand and dragged him over to where his mother sat, watching.
"Mama, that mean boy won't leave us alone!" he complained, towing the other to the sandbox she sat beside. He followed willingly enough, eyes shining with emotion at the thought that this strange boy was protecting him from his cousin.
"Then deal with him, Draco darling," his mother responded calmly, not looking up from her book. "You must learn how to handle others your age."
"Yes, mama." He turned his attention back towards the black-haired boy sitting beside him, trailing sand absently between his fingers. "Le's build!" he grinned, fetching a couple shovels and buckets for them to play with.
"Ok," the other boy said softly, the first he'd spoken since their encounter with the fat child. After a minute, Draco looked up from his small castle.
"Who was that boy?" he asked his companion.
"Cousin," the other boy whispered, looking down at the shovel held loosely between his fingers.
"Oh. Well, I protects you." Draco reached out and hugged the other boy gently, delighted when he timidly hugged back.
"T'ank you, Co."