*+𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓞𝓷𝓮𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼+* ✔

Emerald Eyes

This book will be on hiatus for a bit, just because I have like, fifty other things going on. Also, requests are closed for right now, just because I have a lot of other one-shots that need to be finished.

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Draco was six when the boy with the emerald green eyes showed up in his backyard.

Draco wasn't allowed outside like the rest of the children in the little town. He was stuck inside of Malfoy Manor. His father, Lucius was hardly around, always off on another business trip. His mother Narcissa, on the other hand, was always home, taking care of Draco. His parents were obsessed with their image, for they were the wealthiest family in town. Their huge mansion proved it. Therefore, the Malfoys couldn't possibly have their son rubbing elbows with the common folk. Not at all.

So Draco's only company because the maids, nannies, butlers, and tutors hired by his mother. The only time he saw other children was when they walked by his home, on their way to school.

But then the boy showed up. He looked about the same age as Draco, but that's where their similarities ended. The boy had shaggy black hair that went in all different directions and wore regular clothes, not at all like the tailored suits Draco was made to wear. And of course, the boy had the prettiest green eyes Draco has ever seen.

The boy wasn't alone. He showed with a boy, a girl, and a ball.

The three of them walked right onto Draco's yard and started a game of football, kicking the ball around. They looked so happy. Draco wanted nothing more than to join them. Even if it was just a simple game.

"Mummy?" He asked. "Can I play with the children outside?"

"What children, dear?"

Draco lead her to the big window that overlooked the back of their mansion.

"Oh isn't that cute! Those children, they think out backyard is a park! It is rather large, isn't it?" Narcissa cooed. "We really should start locking that gate though" She added, absentmindedly.

"But I can go play with them?" Draco asked again.

Narcissa patted his head. "Oh, darling, you know you can't. Look. You'll get your new clothes all dirty." She said as one of the boys (the one with red hair) fell, getting dirt all over his clothes.

Draco sighed and his mother left, watching the kids play outside. Their parents probably didn't care if their shirts were dirty, Draco thought. Their parents probably didn't make their children uphold a silly reputation. 

So Draco watched the trio play from the window that day. And watched when they came back the next day too. And the next. And the next.

Then one day, the boy with the green eyes came alone.

He walked right up to the window and knocked on it. Draco waved. The boy waved back. Draco could see the boy was trying to talk to him, but he couldn't hear anything. Upon seeing his confusion, the boy left. A few minutes later, he came back with a marker and a notepad.

My name is Harry, the boy wrote. What's yours?

Draco returned with his own writing utensils. I'm Draco. Where are your friends?

Ron and Hermione? He asked. They were busy. What're you doing here?

I live here

You live at the park?

Draco laughed, writing a new message. This isn't a park. This is my backyard.

Harry flushed, embarrassed. Of course this kid didn't live in a park. Harry should've guessed this wasn't a park. Not too many parks have a huge mansion in them.

Sorry I've been playing in your backyard.

It's okay. I like watching you play

Harry raised a brow. Why didn't you ever join us?

I'm not allowed to leave my house. My mummy wants me to stay home and learn maths and stuff.

Harry wrinkled his nose at the mention of maths, with Draco laughed at. Then, Harry thought hard for a moment, only writing something down after a few minutes.

This is your backyard, right? Which means it's part of your house. If you don't leave the yard, you're not leaving your house.

That made perfect sense to Draco. And maybe when he explains this logic to his mother later, she'll be so proud of his smarts that she wont be mad.

Draco nodded from the window and held up a finger to say, wait one second.

Then he was gone from the window and instead right next to Harry. He smiled, showing off the small little gap in his teeth.

"I like talking to you like this much better."

"Yeah. So do I."

Draco was six when the boy with the emerald green eyes showed up in his backyard.

And Draco was twenty-six when the boy with the emerald green eyes got down on one knee with a silver ring in hand.

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This could've been better 😓