Painfully Different || Peter Pan

"Oh, darling," Astra chuckled, lifting up his chin with the tip of her blade. "You have no idea who I am. And that just makes this game better!"

Pan, for the first time in his life, looked scared - genuinely scared. "You wouldn't... steal the Hourglass, would you?" he asked (or rather, demanded), his voice surprisingly even.

"The Hourglass!" She exclaimed, like she'd been waiting for him to mention. "Your most prized possession! Of course I'm here to steal it! Can you imagine how cool it'd look in my room? Right next to my books! So awesome!"

Pan just stared at her blankly. Of course she's here for that. Why else would she come to Neverland? Yet, he couldn't help but glance at her unfairly beautiful face. Again. She had to be some sort of Siren.

It had to be the reason why she looked and acted so...

Perfect.

🟉🟉🟉🟉🟉🟉

Astra Malfoy.

A name quite well known, both inside and outside of Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A name that everyone feared almost as much as the name of the Dark Lord.
A name with immeasurable power.

Power.

Of course. He should've known.

He should've known that it was the reason why she so willingly came to Neverland. Why her annoying little smirk was so endearing.

Yet he fell.

He fell for her. He fell for her blue, blue eyes. Her infectious laugh. Her adorable pout. She was so different, it was painful.

It was going to be the death of him.

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~~!! UNDER HEAVY REWRITING, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK !!~~