A\N: Yes, finally. I've been waiting a long time to find the time to write another HP fanfic. This one is briefly titled Falling Slowly after the song from Once, until I think of something better. It's about a young Draco Malfoy and OC. Enjoy (and please R&R :D)!

Disclaimer for all chapters: I don't own anything related to Harry Potter. I think it's quite obvious, as I am writing fanfiction and not multi-million selling books.

Chapter One: Pure-Bloods Of Great Britain

On a particularly balmy afternoon in late June 1988, Draco Malfoy was sitting cross-legged upon the green sheets of his canopy bed, and thumbing through the pages of a very large and a very old book, a recent birthday gift from his parents.

"Come in." Draco replied absent-mindedly to the knock on his door. In strode Lucius Malfoy, his blond hair pulled back in its customary ponytail and his hard gray eyes fixed upon his young son.

"Draco, your mother and I are planning a trip to Borgin's this evening. Would you like us to purchase anything for you?' he asked, still standing next to the open door. Draco remained silent, and turned the page of his book. 'What book is that, son?' Lucius now was approaching the large bed on the opposite side of the room. 'Ah,' he continued as he lifted the cover of the book. 'Pure-Bloods of Great Britain. Fascinating book, that is. A favorite of mine when I was your age.."

Lucius let go of the cover and fixed his eyes upon Draco again. Several moments passed in silence. Finally, Draco lifted the book off his lap (with great difficulty) and set it next to him on the bed. Turning to face his father, gray eyes meeting gray eyes, Draco spoke:

"Father, may I visit Knockturn Alley with you and Mother this evening?"

"Draco, I'm afraid not; your mother and I have a rather important meeting with some former Deat- ...er, colleagues of mine at Borgin & Burkes this evening, so its best you don't tag along.' Lucius replied sternly. 'And your Mother has a chore for you to complete while we are out."

"A chore!' Draco whined. 'Why can't that useless house-elf do it?"

"You must be the one to complete this chore, Draco,' Lucius responded calmly. 'For I believe it would be quite difficult for Dobby to do. Your Mother wishes that you go into the garden and find Dobby, as he has run out of the house yet again. Can you do this for me?"

"Yes, Father."

"Good. Well, please do it as soon as possible; the longer you wait, the longer the house sits, in desperate need of tidying up."

"Yes, Father" Draco waited for his Father to leave the room, then pulled his book back onto his lap. He spent several moments like this, in utter silence. Then the voice of his Father rang through the Manor:

"Draco Malfoy, now!"

Draco shut his book and scurried out of his room, down the stairs, and through the back door.

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"Blimey, where in Merlin's mind could that stupid elf be?" Draco muttered to himself as he poked through the Flutterby bushes along the fence.

An hour and a half later, Draco flopped down on the bench under the canopy next to the grand fountain in the middle of the yard. He had already searched the entire garden, including the hedge maze, twice, and he was exhausted. Turning his head to the left, Draco caught sight of the Quidditch pitch his Father had given him when he had turned 6. "No way am I going all the way over there" thought Draco as he rested his pointed chin on the palm of his right hand. Looking around the garden, Draco spotted a tiny garden gnome and watched it run around the yard, as if it were a Muggle under the Imperius curse. Draco laughed as it tripped and fell into the Flutterby bushes. However, when the gnome didn't re-appear several minutes later, Draco got up from the bench and peered under the bush where the gnome had disappeared, expecting to see it unconscious.

But what Draco found under the bushes was a hole between the dirt and the fence about the size of his fist. A mix of curiosity and jealousy of the gnome rained over Draco instantly: Where did this hole end up?

"Oh, how can I make this hole bigger?' Draco wondered to himself.

'You git.' he answered back to himself. 'are you a wizard or not?'

'But I don't even have a real wand yet; and besides, even if I did, I wouldn't know what to say!' Draco whined.

'Just focus on making the hole bigger,' he answered himself again. 'If you're so dense that you're insulting yourself, Draco..." he paused.

"Blimey, I've gone mental."

Draco shook his head in an effort to get rid of the voice in his head. He then closed his eyes and focused on expanding the hole. He knew how difficult it was for young wizards and witches to control magic, and so he set all of his mind on making the hole bigger.

It worked.

Draco opened his eyes and saw that the hole was now as wide as Dobby the house-elf was tall. Draco crawled into the hole and discovered a rather long tunnel awaited him, all pitch-black. So Draco, obviously unaware of where the tunnel was headed, started moving forward.

A/N: So that's Chapter one! I started the first part around noon and then wrote the rest down (along with Chapter 2 and half of Chapter 3) in a journal when my parents decided to go shopping downtown! Yeah...

So let me know what you guys think! Next chapter is coming soon. And if anyone has a good idea for a title, please let me know, your suggestions are most welcome.