I'm human. Completely human. I was walking down the sidewalk one day when I ran into a boy with white hair.
"Sorry." I mumble, being the introvert I am.
"You better be bloody sorry." He shoved me to the side. I fall, cutting my knee open. But I'm used to it, I'm bullied all the time by my brother and his friends. And since he's the perfect child, my parents never believe me. They just call me a klutz and yell at me. I quietly get back to my feet, and keep walking. I turn slightly, just realizing how cute he actually was. I realize he's looking back too, and speed up.
"Wait! Girl!" I hear behind me, recognizing the voice as the boy who pushed me down. Then I hear a new voice up ahead of me. My brother.
"(Y/N!) Get your a** home!"
"Coming." I yell back.
I duck into my small town home, before the boy can catch up.
I get beat up. Bad. I sneak out the back door, done. I'm running away. I'm not staying anymore. I have a back pack of clothes, I'll be fine. I'm lightheaded, but who cares, right?
"(Y/N), right?" A voice says from my left. I look, skittering away as I do, leaning against the alley wall.
"It's fine love." The voice says soothingly.
"Who...who are you?" I ask the white haired boy who walks out of the shadows.
"Draco."
"That's a unique name." I say, still leaning heavily on the wall for support, yet trying to be quiet.
"Don't worry about them love. I put a sleeping charm on the house as soon as you walked out. They're all sound asleep."
"Charm?!" I start to panic.
"Easy. You're hurt." All of a sudden, my feet are off the ground, and I'm gliding towards him. I should be panicking, but he's making me feel calm and safe! He's muttering words under his breath, but I don't hear them clearly. I land against him. He then utters something that sounds like Vulnera Sanentur while waving a wand-like stick over my arm. It stops hurting. He continues to do this for what feels like hours, across my whole body. Eventually, I'm healed.
"Thanks." I whisper.
"Of course love." He tells me, holding my cold body against his warm one.
"Let's get you somewhere warm." He leads me away from my torture chamber.
Three weeks later, I'm admiring a tulip. It hasn't opened yet, but when it does, it's going to be so pretty!
"Here love." Draco comes up behind me, wrapping one arm around me, holding his wand in his other hand. He points it, and the flower opens magically.
"Whoa!" I look at him with big, amazed eyes.
"Anything for you darling." He smiles at me. Yep. I have my own personal wizard. And he is very protective, and I think I can honestly say I love him.
