Event: Rowing
Prompt: First Love
Word Count: 586
First and Only Love
Draco sat nervously in the lounge holding a perfectly cut red heart shaped card that he had been working on for the last week in secret, ever since he had heard about the Muggle holiday, Valentine's Day.
Despite the fact that his father had instilled in him from the day he was born that all Muggles were scum, as was everything and anything associated with them, Draco couldn't understand what was wrong with a day that was all about showing someone that you loved them… even if it did admittedly have a stupid name.
He looked down at the card in his hands and wondered if his mother would like it and whether she would like the drawing of the two of them holding hands on the front. The four year old wasn't sure he had quite captured her likeness on paper, but short of stealing his father's wand and keeping his fingers crossed, it was the best he could do.
Draco opened the card and screwed up his face as he analysed his writing:
deer mummy,
hapee valentighns day
I luv yoo lots
yoo ar migh ferst and onli luv
luv from Draco
xxxxxxxxxx
He had tried his very best with his letters and hoped his mum wouldn't be too disappointed that he still couldn't do his e's the correct way. He also hoped that he had his spelling correct, he had made sure he used his phonics knowledge that his tutor taught him, and he was quite proud of himself for remembering the tricky 'igh' sound.
Draco heard a 'crack' from the hallway and knew that his mother must be back from visiting his Aunt Bella who had been very poorly over the last couple of weeks.
He jumped up from his armchair, which was a miniature version of the one his father sat in, placed his card on the side table and ran towards the door as quickly as his little legs would carry him.
"Mummy," he said, greeting her as she hung up her coat, "I made something for you. Come and see."
Draco took hold of his mum's hand and dragged her into the lounge and reclaimed his card, presenting it to her with a proud smile on his face.
"I did it all by myself, mummy," Draco declared.
"It's beautiful, Draco," she said softly, bending down and kissing him on the cheek. "Whatever is it for?"
"Open it," he said, rocking backwards and forwards with his arms folded in front of him
Draco watched as his mother opened the card and read the short message inside, and noticed that tears were filling her eyes.
Had he upset her?
"Mummy, why are you crying?" Draco asked, wondering if the card had been a mistake. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to show you that I love you. I didn't want to make you sad."
"You haven't sweetie, these are happy tears," she answered, smiling broadly at him. "I'm so happy to be your first love."
"And only, mummy," Draco told her. "Girls are icky."
His mum looked and his and chuckled. "One day Draco, when you meet a girl you fall in love with, I'll remind you of this day. Now, it's time we were getting you ready for dinner."
Draco nodded his head dutifully and followed his mother to the door silently refusing to believe that he would ever love a girl as much as he loved him mum.
No matter what she said, she was his first and only love.
