Draco knew he was dreaming again. He had to be. This was the third time he had 'awoken' to find himself in a pleasant pasture near a small running brook. Each time he would be the only soul enjoying the pasture. The first time he had splashed around and played in the water and muddied his robes, something that would have earned him a frowned from his mother and made a house elf happy. The second time he had spent hours traveling the course of the brook, a broken stick for his pretend wand, to wake up just as he reached a pound with ducks and swains swimming in its cool waters.

However, this time there was a girl about his age feeding ducks near a small pound. The same pound he had discovered from his last dream.

"Hello my name's Draco," he paused, imitating his father, " Draco Malfoy. What's your's?"

"Ariana," she paused a smile tugging at her lips, "Ariana Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore? Like the famous Dumbledore?" He hadn't met a Dumbledore before. Avery, Crabbe, Nott, and Goyle he had meet but never a Dumbledore.

"I guess so," she faltered mulling over the question, "I don't know any other Dumbledores. It's just me, my brothers and my parents... care to feed the ducks with me?"

"Isn't feeding ducks below us?"

"Below us?" she asked puzzled.

"Yeah, doesn't the other sort feed ducks for fun."

"The other sort?"

"People who can't do magic."

"Oh," she fall silent as she examined the old corn and bread pieces she had squirreled away without her mother or father noticing. (Although, she suspected that Albus might have seen her.) She liked feeding the ducks. It was fun. But at the same time she didn't want to do something she wasn't suppose to. She had already frightened her mother several times when she used her 'gift' to awaken flowers.

"I like watching ducks, feeding the ducks." she paused as she took another handful of breadcrumbs and scattered them upon the water, "I find ducks very relaxing."

Draco considered her statement.

He enjoyed feeding the peacocks back home. When they unfurled their colorful plumage it always made him giggle. Made him smile. Maybe feeding ducks wasn't too bad after all.

"Okay, I'll help feed the ducks." he finally relented.

Draco returned Ariana's smile as she handed him the small pouch.

As they feed the ducks they talked. Mostly about their studies - it wasn't easy being a child to a witch and wizard - but they also talked about their family and their future: Hogwarts. Her family were Gryffindor and his was Slytherin but despite that he was glad he had made a friend.

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Submission for: 2 Week Drabble Wars: Main Attraction over at HSWW forum.

Prompt:

Day Ten "I like watching ducks, feeding the ducks. I find ducks very relaxing." (My Mad Fat Diary)

Required word count range: 100 - 500

Word count: 448