Disclaimer: Of course I don't own any of the characters that you recognize. Everyone who you do seem to recognize belongs to Miss JK Rowling! All of the characters (aside from Anica) are based off of her J.K's characters. All I did was turn Draco into a muggle lover, and well keep a lot of people alive.
The Pureblood and The Muggle
He stayed hidden, much as he did the past two months. He didn't know what it was about her, but he felt an urge whenever he saw her. From the first moment he's seen her; he just knew it… there were nights that he couldn't sleep, and days when his mind was stuck in this horrible muggle world. Of course he told no one, no one would understand such a thing. He was Draco Malfoy, the son of an ex-Death Eater. Only seven years old, and he was already being trained to hate such… such foul creatures, as his father had called them. But he knew from when he first saw her, that she was no such thing. She could never be foul. She was almost too precious – how could he, a pureblooded wizard, think such a thing of a muggle? He himself often questioned it, but it was pointless. No matter how much he tried to stay away from this horrid world, he found himself always back. Hiding behind these trees and watching her.
It was two months before when he first spotted her. He had questioned his father about the difference between muggles and people like themselves, so as a punishment, and what Lucius had thought would be an explanation, he had apparated him to a muggle part of London and abandoned him. And that was when he saw her. She had been with an older woman. She held her hand tightly in her's and dragged her along the streets while she looked mildly annoyed with her. And that was it. It was that one simple moment that degraded Draco Malfoy into nothing more but a hidden shadow.
This night was no different. She had been sitting down on a swing, staring up at the sky, possibly counting the stars. As the moonlight reflected off the lights from the streets, Draco could see her perfectly. Dark raven curls that just sat flatly on her shoulders, with giant orb like eyes the color of a setting sun, glistening with unshed tears. The light powder complexion tone of her skin sat oddly with her eyes and hair color. It was ten that night, proving that they both had a nasty habit of not being able to sleep and escaping to this one park. Then again, his habit had formed that day he had first seen her. She was wearing dark blue and purple colored pajama shorts with a matching long sleeved top that seemed to button down the front.
Then it happened, something that hadn't happened all of these past months. "Well, well, well," came a taunting voice, causing the girl to look away from the stars and at the approaching boy.
Her eyes seemed to darken a bit when she had seen him… them actually: ten year old William Burgess and ten year old Zachariah Bane. "I didn't know the zoo allowed the animals to roam free at night."
Draco flew his hands to his mouth to prevent his laughter from escaping his lips. The two boys weren't happy with her words. "Take that back, Snow White."
Flying to her feet, the girl couldn't hold her tears back anymore. She hated that nickname. Given to her, not just because of her snowy white skin and her dark raven hair, but because she was an orphan. An orphan who was always being – no, she wouldn't think about it. This park was for her to get away from it all. Not run into two pig-like school boys who had nothing better to do than sneak out late at night and pick on little girls.
"My, my, my," laughed Zachariah. His skin was pink with a greasy toupee looking hairdo that sat atop his porky head. His dark brown eyes stared down at the younger girl in disgust. "Do you see what I see, William?"
The blue eyed boy with brown curls bouncing off his head laughed in a cackling manner, reminding young Draco of his aunt Bellatrix. "It seems to me like Snow White here, forgot her manners."
"But then that means she would have had to have any to forget in the first place."
Rolling her eyes, the seven year girl decided she would be better off going home already. "And where the hell do you think you're going?" preventing the girl from passing him, William tightly grabbed onto her arm, flying her to the ground.
Draco began to clench his fists when he saw the girl hit her head against a loner rock. Blood began to trickle down her forehead, while a bruise formed on the spot where the boy had just grabbed her. Laughing once they heard the soft whimper escape the girl's mouth, the two boys broke off into their own versions of laughter. All Draco heard was a cackling screech and a squealing noise that resembled a pig trying to escape slaughter. The horrible sounds broke off into the night. Continuing to try and stay in his hidden spot he saw them move closer to the girl on the ground. She was no longer trying to hide her tears as she cowered away from them, holding her fingers to her bleeding forehead.
"Oi!" Draco shouted, running from his hiding spot once he saw the two boys both kicking her.
Turning around, they started to cackle and squeal once more. The girl on the ground had a glimmer of hope in her eyes though. She saw nothing wrong with the young and paste colored boy with hurricane eyes and short white blonde strands sticking up from his head. "What the hell is this?" mocked Zachariah.
"Leave her alone," Draco shouted at them, positioning himself between the stunned girl and the taunting bullies.
"Oh yeah," smirked William, "And what if we don't?"
Seeing the boy who had come to rescue her, she stayed remained on the dark blue soft stuff that they always put under a swing set. Rocks were digging into her shorts, and cutting up the one hand she was using to hold herself up. "It's alright," she told the new boy. "You should go home before they kick you too."
Her voice was quiet now. Quieter than when she spoke to the other two. Draco ignored her though. He turned to look at her, and saw blood on the corner of her lips, but he ignored her. "I'll make you," he told the two boys.
Once again, the night's beauty was tainted with cackling and a squeal. "Oh yeah," sneered Zachariah, pushing Draco to the ground. "How?"
Feeling his blood begin to boil, Draco turned his eyes into a death glare. The two boys stopped cackling and squealing as the nights wind begin to turn into an icy chill and nip at them, leaving them feeling almost frostbitten. Jumping to his feet, Draco reached into his pants back pocket and pulled out his wand. It was a gift from his father; one that would definitely get them both sent to Azkaban – an illegal wand. Directing it at the two boys, he shouted out a curse that he had heard his father use on his mother all too many times. One that he himself, has sworn he would never use. "Crucio!"
The girl's eyes widened in shock as she witnessed the scene. The two boys were now writhing in pain on the ground. Their screams began to pierce her ears, causing her heart to shatter. "Stop!" she shouted at the pale boy with death in his eyes.
Immediately pulling his wand away, he continued to stare at the two boys, "Run!" he told them, "Run and never look back. If I find out that you two bothered her again, I'll be back. And I'll bring friends with me," of course he wouldn't actually bring anyone with him, except maybe Blaise. But everyone else would just kill her themselves.
"Thank you," the girl said, pulling herself to her feet now that the two older boys were gone from sight. Now that they weren't screaming in pain anymore, she wanted to laugh at the tears in their eyes and the way they ran away in fright.
Nodding his head, Draco looked at her. His father was wrong. While staring at her bleeding forehead and her bleeding lips, he couldn't help but to note how wrong his father was. Muggles bled red just like him. How could their blood be so muddy when it was just as ruby red as his own? "Are you alright?"
"Yes," she smiled shyly, touching her fingers to her mouth and pulling it away to examine the blood. "It isn't anything I'm not used to. I'm not too sure how I'll be once I'm back in school tomorrow though. I can't imagine Zachariah or William being too kind to me after this."
"If they pick on you again, let me know."
He was such an odd boy. "Do you go to Summerside Primary School as well?"
Of course not, he sighed to himself. His parents would never send him off to such a muggle school. He wouldn't be allowed to a real school until he turned eleven. "I'm home schooled," he chose to tell her instead.
"Oh," she smiled softly now. She was hoping she would have a new friend in school the next morning. "Then how will I let you know if they hurt me again?" she questioned him.
Oh. Right. He hadn't exactly thought about that one. "How about we meet here," he suggested. "Every night at nine."
"Okay," she smiled all too quickly. She liked the idea of having a friend. "I'm Anica," she introduced herself. "Anica Black."
Soon they found a best friend in the other; a brother for her, and a sister for him. They met every night for months, and not once did she question him about his wand. It was a year of knowing each other before he confided in her though. He laughed as she watched with excitement in her eyes as he showed her magic. They were eleven when he smuggled the girl to Diagon Alley for a day. And it was the first trip of a total of seven throughout their years. The day before he left for Hogwarts, she had been crying. This was the last time she would see him. Sneaking out of their homes had been a nightly ritual from that night he saved her. She was his rock. And she didn't want to lose him. Draco did something he never thought possible. He gave her an owl; explaining to her that they could transfer letters and other things through the tiny owl.
Not a day went by without the tiny smoky black owl tapping on a window in London or a window at Hogwarts. Anica confided in Draco her fear. As she entered a muggle high school, the girls were all picking on her because they felt she was too pretty. The boys were all beginning to notice it as well. Draco also confided in her that a boy named Blaise Zabini was his only real friend, but he had bodyguards because something was happening. They cried for each other throughout the years they grew up. Anica cried because Draco had been forced to become a Death Eater and kill his favorite headmaster, whereas Draco cried for her because her foster parents continued to beat her with anything they could grasp in their hands. The years continued, and their tears seemed to never run dry.
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