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Thump. Thump. Thump.
Draco felt his hand twitch, his heart pounding out of his chest as his father stood up and shook Mr. Greengrass's hand. Sealing his fate to be married in the future. A glitter outside the window made his eyes move sharply to the right. The glittering object moved out of his view and he looked away. Sinking back into the numb of his father's voice talking about his future.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
"Draco. Draco!" He was snapped out of his head by his mother. He looked over to her. Eyes zeroing into the pearls hanging around her neck.
"Yes mother?" He asked and it happened again, the glittering object passed by the window.
"Heads out of the clouds dear, your father will be here soon" she said and turned back to the parchment in her hands.
He bowed his head and it flew away.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Draco.
He snapped awake, forehead beaded with his own sweat. The fluttering pulled his left ear. He got out of the bed and he saw it again. He wouldn't let it get away this time. He threw open his bedroom window and Accio'd his broom. It darted away and Draco was quick to follow it. Twigs and the wind clawed at his skin as he moved. He reached out, fingertips almost touching the object before he gasped, scream dying in his throat as he wiped out on his broom.
His back slammed against the ground and a sharp pain ripped its way up his spine. A shrill, curdled cry escaped his mouth. His sleep robe ripped and torn at the bottom and covered in dirt. His iridescent hair was tainted with dirt and fresh blood. The world blurred together as Draco saw the glittering object float by his face. The glow dulled and two small feet landed on his nose.
"Now Draco! You act like you've never flown before" a tanned face smiled at him. A small tunic made out of knitted grass covered the small..things modesty. Wired glasses and unruly hair. Red thin wings sprouted from his back. Like a fairy..
Draco was looking at a fucking fairy.
Maybe his head wound was worse then he thought.
"Hellooooo?" He jumped from his nose to his cheek, leaving gold dust in his wake. "Draco?"
This thing knew his name.
"Oh! You are bleeding! We need to get you help!" Then suddenly he was floating.
Past the woods, the creek, the old tree where Draco broke his wrist. Down deep into the thicket where he hit his head on a door. He let out a sharp cry at the pain.
"Oops! My mistake! Sorry"
He was laid down on a bed of hay. With two flaps of the things wings it flew into a different room.
"I need help!" Two people walked into the room. A cat woman and a elf. The redheaded elf snorted.
"Caught yourself a poofer Harry?" The eleves ear was tugged sharply and he shouted in pain.
The cat woman slunk up and looked at him. "He looks seriously hurt Ron!" She mewled and Draco had to be going insane.
He marvelled as a fairy, cat and a elf tended his wounds. He cringed in pain as he was sat up.
