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Magical Fables ! One Shot No. OO3 : The Boy Who Was Never Loved [ Peter Pan Retold ]
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Draco was one peculiar kind out there, far from his adulthood yet quite content with the way he was. Though he was always considered alone despite having the 'Lost Serpents' who were a bunch of boys Draco had kidnapped or to him 'saved'— he still felt empty. Something felt lost in him — so deep and vast that not even the happiness of kicking the Pirate captain could fill it.
“…And so, the Prince finally met his true soulmate. He had found her, through everything, and of course, the Princess was more than happy to be his, after all, they were meant for each other.” A soft voice that echoed through the window, was captured by the young ears of the boy. Sitting quietly on top the window, he dove into the words of the wonderful stories, with his aching chest heavy with a lonely feeling and sigh drifting into the gloom of dim night sky.
Suddenly feeling something tickle on his cheek, he looked up at the glittering fairy. Her movement resembled the jingle of tiny bells. “We need to get going!”
Draco shook his head at her. “No Pansy, just one more story!” “We’ve been here for hours!” she jingled angrily. Her glowing aura brightened, implying that she was flushed with anger.
“Just few more minutes…” Draco's pleas were answered with a kick on his nose from Pansy who's rapidly fluttering wings synchronized with her vibrant red and yellow aura. Rubbing the spot, Draco whined, “Oh, calm down Pans!”
Relaxing against the dark hidden edge he closed his eyes, recalling quite a similar scene that occurred months ago. He had chosen this specific hidden, but brightly lit house, at the corner of Bloomsbury street, since there were people who had believed in him…he flew over cautiously and sat on the high rail, hidden in the shadows he focused on the lightly spoken dialogues.
“George, dear, do hurry! We cannot be late for this party, you know” A soothing voice spoke, a voice he had heard a little too much on nights like this.
Suddenly there were shouts. Two boys in particular were screaming.
Draco almost jumped back in fright, when he suddenly heard his name. “Blast you, Draco!” A young boy called out, his deepening voice sounded almost threatening. He took few seconds to realize it was a roleplay. He, most definitely, wasn't scared — it was just so sudden.
