"Father, I want a candy like she has!" the little boy whined, looking up to his father.
"No you don't Draco. She's a muggle; you don't want anything a filthy muggle has. You stay here while I go in." said the father to the little boy, roughly patting him on his head as a warning.
Checking to see that the coast was clear and that his father could not see him from his place inside the store, the six year old child ran to the little girl.
"My father says that you're a filthy muggle and that I should not want anything you have, but I still want your candy." Stated the child, jabbing a finger towards the six inch in diameter lollypop she so pleasurably licked.
The girl wrinkled her eyebrows, confused at the word the boy had used, but also hurt from the awful tone he had used it in.
"Well you can't have it." Replied she, sticking out her tongue, crossing her arms, and turning so that he was mostly looking at her back. "You're a meanie and I won't ever share with you if you act so rudely."
The little boy looked down at his toes that were covered in fine dragon leather trainers. "I only want that candy." He whispered, seemingly ashamed.
"Okay, I'll let you have one lick." She decided and held the lolly in his direction.
Excited, the boy stepped forward and stuck his tongue to the delicious delicacy and savored in the sugar that was now coated on it.
"Son! I told you not to affiliate with these filthy muggles!" scolded his father, ripping him away from his newly found friend just as something sparked in her glare. The boy's eyes widened as he was whisked away, only to see that the ground where he had been standing spark and light on fire as anger flared in her stare.
The father did not see the fire. He was too boys scolding his son to realize the fire; and in the same way, the boy was too consumed by the fire to notice his father's stinging words.
This girl, a muggle? Surely not!
But it was to be a long while before he saw this little girl again, though his thoughts, filled with wonderment and curiosity, constantly ran away to find her.
Who was this girl with fire?
Years passed and school came and went. Surely the girl with fire would have gone to school at Hogwarts! But he never saw her. As he grew and matured, his frequent dreams of her changed and he saw her older and more beautiful than he ever could have imagined. These dreams became sensual and erotic and he wondered why there were in such a way. If the dreams were not enough, every girl he lay with seemed to have the face he imagined her with plastered on as a mask. She became his obsession and fixation. Why could he not find her? Why was she so foreign to him? But what he did not realize is that he had seen her before. He had seen her almost every day of his life and hated her.
After all, she was a filthy little mudblood. But the two had not clicked and he was still left in the dark.
And though he thought he had not seen her since that day at age six, he still hoped that maybe she would show up in their sixth year. Maybe she would be there and she would realize it was him.