Butterfly

It was the Siren's song of a lovely spring day that planted the idea of taking a stroll in Draco's mind. In the garden behind his manor, there was the embrace of a warm breeze, the rich green foliage of rose bushes and a single, vibrantly-colored butterfly stretching its wings in the perfume-laden wafts of the irises. When said butterfly landed on his hand, he thought nothing of it, only expressed mild annoyance when it left him with a pinprick wound and didn't even think of how it might have magical properties until he was waking up in St. Mungo's.

A/N: This story is going to be a collection of hundred drabbles for the similarly-named challenge at the HPFC. Some drabbles are going to directly contribute to the overarching plot of the story, whereas others are going to be less plot-based and more just Draco and Hermione recounting stories from their lives to each other. Anyways, reviews are always appreciated.

Edit, because I forgot to mention this the first time around: these are all going to follow the strict format for drabbles. That is, they are going to be exactly one-hundred words. Hopefully my plan to update daily should make-up for this :)