Draco sat in a sandbox. He was five whole entire years old now. He wasn't a little kid no more. And he already blew up a vase. Sh! Don't tell his mummy! It was just a bit of acsidenal magic. That's what his daddy said at least.
"Can I play with you?" A girl asked. She was the same size as Draco, just about. She had poofy hair and brown eyes. She was smiling.
"If you wanna, you can." Draco smiled at her. "My name's Draco. What's yours?"
"I'm Hermione."
The two five-year-old kids played the entire afternoon, until their mums came to get them from preschool. They played together every day at preschool for their entire preschool time, until they went to separate primary schools.
/*!*\ Six Years Later /*!*\
Draco was ready to leave for Hogwarts. He wanted to show his classmates that he could already fly a broom, and show his professors how smart he was. He wanted to be in Slytherin. Then he got onto the train, settling into a compartment with Crabbe and Goyle. Not even five minutes later, there was a knock at the door. A girl, with bushy hair and buckteeth asked if she could sit, introducing herself as Hermione Granger.
"You seem familiar." Hermione said, looking at Draco. "What's your name?"
"Draco Malfoy."
"We went to preschool together. We'd always play in the sandbox."
"I thought I recognized you from somewhere. Have a seat, if you'd like."