Author: mizorekibishi
Title: Childhood Memory
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: K
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Word Count: 380
Author's Notes: You have to see my art for understand about whats going on, anyway :D
Here the link, http:/masayunho(.)deviantart(.)com/art/Childhood-Memory-279162664 . Erase the () . Hope you love it :D
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Harry is an energetic boy- he can't sit still whether he's reading, sleeping, or eating, no matter the time or day. His aunt gave up scolding him because he's just an adorable 10 year old boy who can perform magic. Then, one day, Petunia brought him to visit some of her friends, who live in Wiltshire. Harry was very happy when he realized that there was a big castle near their home. In reality, it is just a large, handsome Victorian home with a huge garden, but Harry didn't know that. He snuck away from his Aunt while she was busy in the kitchen, then ran wildly to the castle/home. Harry is a clever boy, so it wasn't long before he found the secret hole to get into the garden. When he did, he couldn't help but grin widely. Harry crawled through a thick Hydrangea flowerbed, quietly, as to make sure that no one could see or hear him, and went deep to the main garden. Harry frowned when he heard someone speaking in a small voice. Curious, he quickened his crawl and peeped between the flowers. Through the leaves, he saw a blond little girl talking to the flowers. Harry frowned, deep in thought, then decided to call to her.
"Hey, you... what are you doing?"
The blond haired head turned abruptly and stared at Harry, shocked.
"Ho-how did you enter my garden...? Wh-who are you?"
Harry blinked several times, and opened his mouth, then shut it. He couldn't help but stare. The pretty little blondy in front of him was a boy- actually, the prettiest little boy he had ever seen.
"I'm Harry. Harry Potter." He offered a handshake. "From Surrey."
The boy looked confused, but he took Harry's hand.
"I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy. Wait... you're not answering me! How did you enter my garden?"
Harry stopped staring at the cute face and smiling.
"It's a secret. Hey, anyway... you know, you're very pretty for a boy." Harry grinned and tightened his grip on Draco's hand. "I'm not lying."
Draco frowned, and kept switching his gaze from Harry's face, to their hands, and to Harry's face again.
"Well... you're pretty weird for calling me pretty."
Harry chuckled and released his grip.
"Wanna be my friend, Draco?"
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The End ?