Lavender Boy - A Drarry Book
Draco has always been a very effeminate boy, so much so that he's teased relentlessly for it. All the other children seem to fit the mold so well... That is, until on his first day at Hogwarts, he meets the most beautiful boy - but he's not like Draco... right? (!!TW: Mention of a slur, mild-to-moderate swearing!!) (cover credits to Midgart)
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It was perfect.
The floor had an even layer of deep green moss pressed to it, forming a soft, firm carpet. The smooth, neatly arranged sticks that formed the walls rose around it, with small circular windows next to the door - and an extra carved into the opposite wall.
The windows had small yellow flowers lining the bottoms, wedged into the gaps in the wood.
The door itself was small and rounded at the top, with yet another little round window right at the height Draco imagined the Fae people’s eyes would sit.
It was absolutely perfect.
Draco sat back to admire his work, the chilly breeze brushing across his exposed neck. He shivered, pulling his scarf across his shoulders and knotting it loosely across his small chest. He grinned at the little house before him, crossing his arms and nodding absentmindedly. The tall boy sat back, now beginning to lose sight of the sense of euphoria that building tiny houses in the woods had given him.
He was 11 now. Soon he’d have to go to finishing school somewhere snooty and stuffy, somewhere with those ungodly uniforms and set times for things… somewhere that crushed any notion of self-expression under its oppressive feet.
Draco sighed. He could hear the leaves in the trees rustling above him, just like during the summertime - only now, they fell to the ground, crackly and dry. He could hear bicycle wheels crushing them under the weight of their riders in the distance…
The tall blonde’s attention snapped to the path leading into his favourite clearing.
“Calce.” Draco muttered, standing tall and brushing the dirt from his clothes, not wanting to use scourgify if they were as nearby as he thought.
As the gang of delinquents rolled into the wooded clearing, Draco switched into defence mode. He turned on an expression of cold confidence and charm, knowing that for some reason this bothered Calcifer - so why not use it against him?
Draco shifted a hip to the side, crossing his arms across his chest and staring coolly at Calcifer as he dismounted from his new bike, smirking as he flicked white-blonde hair out of his eyes.
“Well, if it isn’t the village fairy building houses for his family…” Calcifer smirked back, but Draco could tell he was frightened, or at least uncomfortable.
Draco swaggered towards Calcifer and his cronies, Geneva eyeing him warily. Halper showcased an awful tweed coat, and Draco looked him up and down, sneering slightly at him.
“Nice coat, Myathille…”
Halper shuffled his feet, obviously feeling quite intimidated.
“It’s… It’s my Pa’s…” The smaller boy eyed Draco as he stuttered.
Draco tilted his head, suddenly feeling sympathetic for the bully. He was loyal - he seemed to not want to upset his friends, but once in a while he’d shoot a small smile at Draco, seeming slightly happier whenever Draco smiled back.
Draco allowed himself a small smile then.
“It looks cosy,” he told Halper. The younger boy let a small smile slip past his facade and over to Draco before glancing at Calcifer, who stood staring at them. He smirked at Calce. The leader glared at his friend, crossing his arms.
Draco shook his head slightly and turned to Calcifer. The boy glared at him, glancing at his friend and back to the taller boy.
“What do you want, Calcium?” Draco sighed as Calce squirmed at the deliberate mispronunciation.
“It’s Calcifer,” the shorter boy muttered as the wind ruffled his strawberry blonde locks.
“And anyways,” he snapped, “I don’t want nothin’ ‘cept for you to lift that curse of yours!”
Draco rolled his eyes dramatically. The same thing every day…
It seemed the troupe of bullies had gotten the impression that his “Curse” from a few months back had been real. Draco scoffed - Calce’s parents were fighting because his Dad had cheated on his Mother, not because he whispered a few scientific terms, and Geneva had needed teeth pulled because she refused to care for them - none of this was his fault.
“Calcite, honey, I’d love to say that all of your misfortune could be traced back to me, but alas, life happens. I couldn’t possibly bring about such chaos - at least, not at this age.”
Calcifer flushed and shot a confused look in Halper’s direction.
Halper grinned mischievously at his best friend.
“Listen, Malfoy-” He got right up in Draco’s face, blushing slightly, his nose almost touching Draco’s.
Draco took a purposeful step back, making his refusal to interact quite clear.
Calce scowled, his cheeks red from the cold - although some embarrassment seems to be mixed in there, too, thought Draco.
Suddenly, a wild idea came over the tall blonde boy. What if…
It was risky, but…
If his theory was true, this might finally deter these buffoons from bugging Draco Malfoy ever again.
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