Of broken dolls and carrot-red-ish hair
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Genre: hurt/comfort, AU
Characters/Pairings: wee!Pansy, wee!Bill
Any warnings: none.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its characters are not mine. I only write fan fiction because I like fandom better than canon.
A/N: Just a little cute one-shot I decided to write. Because I really think that the Bill/Pansy pairing needs more drabbles and one-shots.
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She sat outside the playground with her broken doll, looking at nothing special. From time to time, she would sniff and rub her eyes quickly, making sure that no one was around to see her.
It was only early afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and yet the girls' mood was stifled and sad. Children were playing all around her, but she looked only at the ground like she was all alone in the world and isolated. That was how he found her.
She was younger than him, had dark hair that was cut like a boys hairstyle and she had a funny pug like nose. He actually thought she looked kind of sweet, with her bottom lip stuck out, and her too big eyes. Funny enough he felt like comforting her, a feeling of protectiveness overcame him. One he only knew as being like the one he had for his sister.
"What's wrong?" He never was someone to not voice his thoughts. A trait his mother thought sometimes annoying.
The girl with her black hair looked up, hugging her doll closer to herself. She stared at him in absolute wonder. He smirked. He knew exactly what she was staring at. He had never been so happy to have carrot-red-ish hair, like he was in this moment.
"My hair is real!" said the boy proudly. "In my family everyone has hair like mine."
The girls eyes became impossible large, and then she stuck her hand out at him.
Bill knew as a fact that she wanted to touch his hair, probably feel if it was real. Most other children and some of his friends would do such a thing when they first met him. He was used to it. So he shook his head and then sat next to the younger girl, tilting his head in such an angle that made it for her possible to touch his head from the top.
"It's... real..." came a small murmur from the little girl.
Bill laughed. "Of course it is!" His chest stuck out a little more with pride. "Told you so!"
The girl touched his hair again and laughed with surprise when Bill jerked his head away. They laughed together and he knew that she probably forgot all about why she had been crying in the first place.
They sat like this for some time, until a large woman with dark hair just like the girls came to stand before them. She looked cross and angry, probably even irritated, with her hands on her hips. The girl next to him stiffened.
"Pansy! What are you doing outside? You were supposed to play with Draco and his friends!"
The girl ducked her head and tried to hide behind her toy, even moved closer to him. "But Draco broke my doll..." came the reply in a shy small voice. "He's mean to me..." Her bottom lip quivered again.
The woman shook her head and took the girl by her hand, "Nonsense. You'll go inside and play nicely with him. His family are very important people... Believe me, one day you'll thank me for helping you into his friends circle."
As she dragged the girl away from him not sparing the later another look, Bill could only watch the little girls head turn into his direction. Her big and vulnerable eyes searched for his, and he could see sadness and sorrow in her eyes.
He felt sorry for her. But there was nothing he could do, so he just winked at her and waved his hand goodbye. Her reply was a watery smile and a wave of her own hand.