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III.

Childhood

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The set topic: Boys don't cry

Summary: This is the first but not last piece, which I devoted to Draco.

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He fell to the ground. The entire playground erupted in mischievous laughter.

He looked at his palms, red from scratches. Three boys stood above him, smirking.

Shaken up, he began to sob.

"You're weird!"

"Get out!"

Fear of being outnumbered gripped him, but then he remembered his father's voice.

Malfoy men never cry, Draco.

The blonde boy stood up and clenched his hands into fists.

The trio kept laughing. They stopped when sandbox toys started flying and hitting their heads.

The bullies ran away squealing in horror.

Draco watched them disappear with an expression which resembled his father very much.