A/N: This story (all it's chapters) is being written for .'s 100 Drabble/Oneshots Challenge in the HPFC forum. I will be writing 100 drabbles/one-shots inspired by 100 prompts from the challenge that explain secrets that different Harry Potter characters have that they would never voice aloud. Each chapter will begin with a secret (the italicized line) which will be followed by a story that explains the secret. Some will have a lot of meaning, while others will just be simple fluffs, all for your enjoyment.

***The stories will not all be from the same period of time. What I mean is that some will be from the canon timeline, while others may be from the maurauder's era, the next generation, or some other point in time. The stories do not need to be read in any specific order, they're all individual one-shots.***

Disclaimer: The idea came from an ongoing community mail art project created by Frank Warren called PostSecret in which people anonymously mail in secrets on creative, home-made postcards to Warren and every Sunday he posts some on the PostSecret blog.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters, places, etc. that you recognize.

Enjoy!


Mud

Prompt:Frog

Secret:

I've never enjoyed anything more than lying around in mud.

"Draco?" Narcissa asked knocking on the bedroom door.

Young Draco Malfoy opened it to her and then smiled up at her stepping back so that she could see how he looked in his new dress robes.

"Well?" he asked.

"You look wonderful, dear," she said smiling proudly.

"Thank you," he said happily, and then asked, "When will we be leaving?"

"Very soon. Would you do me a favor and run outside and pick some flowers to give to Eleanor?"

Draco sighed. He hated having to do work. But his mother wouldn't ask unless the house elf was already doing something else.

"Fine. I'll do it," Draco said, dragging his feet as he headed to the stairs.

"Don't slouch, dear. And make sure you wipe your feet when you come back in. It just finished raining.

After acknowledging his mother with a nod, Draco stepped outside taking a deep breath. He loved the smell of the air after it rained. It was a beautiful summer afternoon and the raindrops were sparkling like diamonds on the flower petals and blades of grass under the bright sun.

Smiling Draco headed towards the flowerbeds holding up his robes in order to keep them from getting wet. As he reached down to pick a bright yellow flower he heard a funny sound come from his left.

Turning and examining the plane of green grass in front of him he did not see anything that could have made the sound.

As he stood up in order to get a better view of the year, dropping the hem of his robes into the wet grass in the process, Draco heard the sound again. Quickly he whipped his head in the direction it had come from and spotted a little green frog sitting there in the grass, almost blending in completely.

Then without giving it a second thought he lunged towards the frog, arms reaching out in front of him in a vain attempt to catch the small creature. But it leaped away just as he landed face first on the muddy ground.

He didn't even know why he had done it. This did not discourage him though. Quickly getting back to his feet Draco threw himself at the ground once more where the frog now sat. Again he missed.

He continued doing this for a good fifteen minutes after which he finally managed to capture the now exhausted animal. Breathing heavily, he cupped it in his hands and held it close to his own tired body. When the frog croaked Draco realized that he had no idea why he had wanted to catch the cold, slimy animal in the first place.

Letting the frog go free, he again took in a deep breath. And then again acting out of pure instinct, Draco stood up, took a few steps back, and then ran and slid in the mud enjoying the feeling of the coolness against the skin on his face and hands.

"Draco!" the boy's mother called from the doorway.

In his haste to stand up and fix himself up, Draco tripped and fell back into the mud, this time falling backwards. His mother ran out to him and grabbed his arm pulling him up until he was standing in front of her.

Feeling all the extra weight on him, Draco realized that he must be covered in tons of mud.

He opened his mouth trying to come up with some way to explain what had just happened, but his mother spoke first.

"Are you okay?" She asked, "How hard did you fall?"

"Fall?" Draco asked sounding confused. Then catching on he said, "Oh, um it wasn't a hard fall. I'll be fine as soon as I get this disgusting mud off of me."

Draco smiled and took one last deep breath of the damp, fresh air as his mother lead him inside and the frog croaked in the distance.


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