Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Setting: Pre-Hogwarts, Draco is six years-old.
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
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Innocent Dreams
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Draco Malfoy
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Though his Mother was loathe to tell him the story about the Boy-Who-Lived, he had finally pestered her enough that she caved. Really though, Draco refused to be the only child in the world who didn't know it. Even when he'd been as young as four, he knew all the rules to being a Malfoy; one of them being 'a Malfoy gets what a Malfoy wants' and he would not be told 'no'.
After getting Mother to tell him the story, he no longer doubted his Father about the rules to being a Malfoy. Draco had done what his Father always told him—use a little charm with some cunning. He was very proud of himself.
When she had finished telling him all about the Wizarding World's boy hero, he didn't understand her look of disgust. Harry Potter sounded like the perfect friend for someone like him. Yet Mother had told him she had no idea where the boy was…so now he had to wait until he left for Hogwarts to meet him. That was five years away—a very long time to wait.
No matter, Draco would use this time to prepare for when the time came to introduce himself. He couldn't wait for all the grand adventures they'd share. In his excitement he couldn't be fussed to care that he spent most of his days telling his house-elf Dobby about these many hopes and dreams.
There was one promise Draco made to himself and it would not be broken—Harry Potter would never forget him.
