Periwinkle Stains

Stardust

"come on dray! stop being a ninny" pansy called as she kept searching for me.

I wasn't, she was just a  meanie and a vile creature. I just had turn 7 and she thought it was ok to swing me higher on the swing set than I was used to when I was just 6.

That's how I fell and now have scratches on my knees and palms while I muffled my cries. When she saw what she had done, she turned red all over ready to burst in laughter.

I beat her to it however, I ran and hid.

Hiding in a bush while I cried had it's perks. Father and mother won't see and fuss over me, I'm 7 not some 4 year old. I'm a big boy! And big boys don't cry over silly little scratches.

Also pansy could not tease me if I hid. Knowing her she'd tell blaise, and blaise will tell ron, and I hate when ron knows stuff about me.

"fine dray! I'm sorry" Pansy yelled, annoyed that she could not find me.

I hear more rustling, probably from pans still trying to search where I was hiding. Well, she won't find me cause that was one thing I'm good at, hiding.

"Whatever dray, you can hide there as long as you want. You can't even take a joke. Im going back!" She yelled, clearly frustrated.

I peeked behind the bushes I was hiding from. Looking at pansy's retreating figure, I go back to my crouching figure.

Sniffling, I tried my best not to stare at my scratches and the dried blood there.

"Why is a fairy crying?"

I jolted in surprise and looked up.

As I did, I saw the greenest eyes I've ever seen. It was pretty, like the emeralds my mother wore around her neck.

After I got over the eyes, did I truly look at the boy infront of me. He was taller, messy raven hair and crooked pair of glasses on his face with a smile rivaling the sun itself.

I didn't know someone in my friend group that wore glasses like that. He looked pretty.

"M'not a fairy" I mumbled a reply. I didn't even know why I became shy all of a sudden. My cheeks must look like apples right now.

"Yes you are! You look like one, all pretty and cute." The stranger replied haughtily, like I was the one in the wrong.

"Who are you, anyways."

"Harry, how about u, fairy?"

"I'm not a fairy, and I'm draco"

"Why are you crying, fairy" he asked, disregarding my whine of indignation of him not listening to my words, that I was not infact a fairy.

"It's none of your business" I replied,

I was getting annoyed. He wasn't listening to me.

"Of course it is, because I'm a prince and princes protect pretty fairies like you". He said with pride.

I blushed at his words.

"O-okay."

Harry then proceeded to offer his hand to me.

I took it and tried to brush away the dust on my shorts. I winced as I caught a glimpse of my scratches.

Father would be angry with my carelessness and would scold me. Why did I even go play in the swing set with pansy.

"Does it hurt?" Harry asked startling me, I forgot that he was even there.

I nodded my head and looked down at my now reddened knees. I scrunched my nose trying not to cry again because my scratches stung.

"I know how to make the pain fly away, my mom does it to me everytime I have a booboo."

I looked at him in awe. Maybe He is a prince, he could make the pain go away. Even mother couldn't do that.

"Want me to try it on you?" Harry broke me out of my awe.

I nodded my head eagerly. He's a real life prince. He's gonna save me from hurting.

Harry then grabbed both of my cheeks, almost squishing it. I looked at him expectantly, anticipating what he was gonna do to make my booboo go away.

"Pain, pain, fly away." Harry singsongs and proceeded to kiss both side of my cheek, and lastly my forehead. I blushed, he really is a prince. Draco's prince.

"Did it fly away?"

"Yeah, the pain flew away." I said while looking down and twisting the seams of the vest I wore.

When I looked up, Harry was grinning at me. Probably happy that he took the pain away.

Something about the way he smiled at me, made me decide that I wanted to be this boy's friend.

"Wanna be my friend, Harry?" I asked looking at him expectantly. Surely he won't resist an offer of friendship from a fairy like me.

"No! The prince and the fairy are supposed to be inlove? That's what mommy told me when she read me a bedtime story" he  said scrunching his nose.

I pursed my lips. I really want to be his friend, but I don't love him. Im just 7 years old. Love is icky.

What if I just pretend that I love him, then he would be the only one thinking that we're inlove and I'd get to have him as a friend. I'd have a real prince for a friend.

"Okay, we're inlove then."

"Cool".

He then took my hand and led me out of the bushes. Swinging our hands, he went to the direction of the swings. I didn't want to go to the swings, what if Pansy was still there. She's gonna be rude with me.

I stopped harry from swinging our entangled hands and pulled him, wanting him to stop walking.

"I don't want to go to the swings, Pansy will be there" I whined.

"It's okay little fairy. I'll protect you, i'm your prince, remember?" Harry replied, squeezing my hand. He continued going to the direction of the swings.

And that's how I met Harry for the first time. That's the start of my years of pining.....

A/N: Hi lol, so I did this as I was in the middle of battling through borderline depression. Idk if I should continue with this or not?? Lol, hope y'all like it