𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘰𝘺 𝘐𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

Don't Forget

I feel like y'all are mad at me and I'm sorry :(
I'm really not the dramatic type even though all I've been in this book is dramatic so I apologise about that.

Anyway, this is sadly the finale of my book since I have.. moved to kpop... 
It's just sad kpop has been helping me so much throughout this year and I can't really live without it anymore so yeah

I'm gonna make this chapter nice and special as a decent farewell. I hope you enjoy it, lovelies :D 

Here we go.

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House: You'll be told further in the story

Blood Status: Pure-blood

Warnings: angst at first but fluff later on

Note: Spark will be your last name so it could sound kinda magical. Also, Voldie doesn't exist but Death Eaters do.

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"Hi, I'm Y/n Spark." You smile widely at the platinum haired boy in front of you.

"I'm Draco Malfoy. Nice to meet you!" He smiles back at you and your small hands join for an excited handshake.

And that's how your friendship started. Just two 4 year olds that had no choice but to play together while their parents planned their own future. Of course, their tiny minds didn't know that. They were too engaged with their friendship and toys to notice the cold looks on their parents' faces.

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"Draco?" You peek into his large room. Your small hands pushing the wide door slightly open.

"Draco isn't here." A raspy, small voice says from under the covers.

You smile sadly and silently walk in and carefully close the door. You tip toe to his bed and sit on the edge, swinging your legs back and forth.

"I'm sure we can still see each other in the future..." You look down at your swaying feet.

"You know that's not true, Y/n." His voice cracks, still muffled from the blanket engulfing his whole body.

"Yes it is! Ilvermorny may be far away, but we can always talk using our owls!" You shuffle onto your knees, facing the lump under the dark green blanket.

"My toys won't play themselves, boo." He mumbles, mentioning the nickname he always uses for you. He thought it suited you well.

You sigh sadly.

You flip on your back, your back arching against Draco's torso. He covers himself even more.

"Promise me you'll be good." You nag.

"Leave me alone."

"Promise me, Draco Malfoy."

"No."

"If you be good, I'll come back as soon as I can." You smirk.

Your body lifts above his as he sighs.

"What if I don't recognise you?" He asks.

You get up and take a small box from your pocket. You poke his covered shoulder, now sitting on your knees in front of him.

He peeks from under the covers, his silver hair popping out in every direction. His pale blue eyes darker from the lack of light and lack of happiness.

"These rings are charmed to fit any finger size perfectly, so when we grow up and get bigger hands, we can still wear them. They're custom made and no one can replicate them. When I come back, look at my middle finger on my right hand, that's where we'll both put the ring. I'll also look at yours to see if it's really you. Don't forget, okay?" You give him the ring.