Summary: AU. Blaise, Draco, and Ginevra were the best of friends when young, and everything was indeed perfect for the lot of them. That is until one night and a spell to the head pull the girl apart from her boys. Will fate help them re-unite? A BlaiseGinnyDraco
Author's Note: I have fallen in love to the DBG pairing all thanks to Findabhiar Aery and have concocted a fanfic that will hopefully quench the thirst of all supporters like me out there. This story is unbeta'd by the way, so if anyone wants to take on beta'ing for me, that would be most appreciated. Again, thank you for taking the time to read my fanfic and please review if you can/want. Now, on with the show!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or any other thing/person Harry Potter related to this fanfic, but I do own the storyline. Heehee
"Ginevra, these two gentlemen will be your playmates. Be kind to them as they will to you, alright baby?"
A young woman with beautiful and vibrant red orange hair spoke with love woven into every word that slipped from her lips. She had jade green eyes which complimented her hair's color and that suited her heart face. She wore a dress similar to the color of her eyes and had black robes draped over her as if they were hugging her. The woman held an umbrella over her and the young girl who moved closer to hug the woman's legs as a face of apprehension came over her.
Laughing, the woman placed her arms over the girl's shoulders and pressed those lips which released such a wondrous voice against her forehead. Once this was done, the little girl seemed to relax, but the expression on her face held still. Seeing this, the woman whispered comforting words into the small one's ears which soon erased the troubled look.
"Now will you be alright and be able to behave?" The woman looked down at the girl and gave a reassuring smile.
"Yes, mommy." The girl nodded, a bunch of roaring fire, red curls bouncing as she did so.
"That's a good girl. I will just be inside the house with Aunt Cissy and Aunt Gioia if you need me. Play nice and just remember what I said."
"Yes, mommy," the girl repeated again.
"Ok then baby. I'm going then. I love you." The woman kissed the girl on the forehead again before squeezing her hand and walking out the door.
Watching her mother's every move from the time she stood up to where she nodded and closed the door, the little girl dared not to look at the boys. Her head was tilted down and her eyes were locked upon the grass that lay beneath her white shoes. The two boys on the other hand looked at her curiously from where they stood at. The two held hands as if they were born that way and glanced at each other before both nodding. Slowly, with one foot stepping in front of the other, they carefully approached the girl. When they had done so, the girl pulled up her face and let out a wail.
The boys jumped back, their hands still clutching the other's and looked at each other again with puzzled faces. Choking sobs and wails made their way out of the girl's mouth each passing second, leaving the two confused as to what to do. Their hands finally released each other's as they circled her, examining the girl closely. The two boy's faces scrunched up in irritated manners as they continued to circle the girl, still inspecting at the same time.
"What's wrong with it?" One boy with platinum strands asked the other.
"I dunno. Maybe it's broken." The other boy with dark chocolate hair replied, raising an eyebrow.
"I … I am … not an 'i-i-it'!" The girl finally choked out, stuttering. "I'm a g-g-girl!"
"Oh," the two chorused and then looked at each other.
"Why are you crying?" The boy with the darker hair asked.
"Because I miss my mommy," was said as the reply amiss a few hiccups.
The blonde boy raised an eyebrow this time, "why miss your mommy when you have us?"
"H-huh?" She blinked and then began to wipe her face and eyes with the back of her hand. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, we have us. You can play with us unless you have cooties. Do you have cooties?"
"C-cooties? What're those?"
"You don't know what cooties are?" The boy with the dark colored hair asked and watched as the girl shook her head. "Then you don't have 'em, I think."
"Is that good?"
"Yup! That means you can come play with us. Come on, father just bought me a new broom. It's not even out in Diagon Alley yet!" The blonde boy said, grabbing a hold of the other boy's hand.
"W-wait!" The girl yelled out before the two could set off. They turned around and looked at her.
"What is it?" The dark haired boy asked.
"M-my name's Ginevra. What's yours?"
"I'm Draco."
"Blaise."
The two then turned around and got ready to race over to a pile of toys that lay nearby, but she had yelled for them to stop again. Frowning, the boys looked back at her.
"Why do you guys hold hands?"
Draco and Blaise looked at each other with equally puzzled looks on their faces and then shrugged simultaneously.
"Dunno," they chorused. "Why?"
"Just wondering …" Ginevra trailed off, her hands clasping behind her back as one of her shoes began to draw aimlessly in the grass.
"Do you want us to hold your hand too?" Blaise asked and Draco nodded.
"S-sure!" The two parted, but held out their hands as the girl with the red hair flew between them, her hands grasping theirs.
Little did the three know what fate had in store for each of them once their hands united.