About Two Boys: Four
About Two Boys is a series of drabbles linking Harry and Draco's lives, a moment from each year starting with their births.
Previous parts: Birth -- One -- Two -- Three
Four
“I want it!” Draco grabbed at the toy heffalump Greg Goyle was playing with.
“It’s mine!”
“I want it!” Draco pushed the other boy who tumbled to the floor.
As the two boys argued, Abraxas looked on with an approving smile. He’d been worried that Narcissa was going to turn his grandson into a mummy’s boy, but he could see the Malfoy spark in Draco after all. Perhaps it was time for him to make sure Draco understood his true heritage.
“Draco.” The boy looked at him, holding the heffalump like a prize. “Come and show me your new toy.”
*
“Now, what would you like for Christmas?” The plump boy thrust a list at Father Christmas and began reciting what was on it. Father Christmas listened with incredulity. “Have you been a good boy?”
“Of course he has.” The boy’s mother looked mortified that her son should be anything else.
“And what about you?” He smiled down at the little dark-haired boy hiding behind the woman’s legs.
The child gave a shy smile, and held out a scrap of paper, but the woman grabbed it. She screwed it up, dropping it to the floor. “He’s been naughty and gets nothing.”
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Five
Previous parts: Birth -- One -- Two -- Three
Four
“I want it!” Draco grabbed at the toy heffalump Greg Goyle was playing with.
“It’s mine!”
“I want it!” Draco pushed the other boy who tumbled to the floor.
As the two boys argued, Abraxas looked on with an approving smile. He’d been worried that Narcissa was going to turn his grandson into a mummy’s boy, but he could see the Malfoy spark in Draco after all. Perhaps it was time for him to make sure Draco understood his true heritage.
“Draco.” The boy looked at him, holding the heffalump like a prize. “Come and show me your new toy.”
*
“Now, what would you like for Christmas?” The plump boy thrust a list at Father Christmas and began reciting what was on it. Father Christmas listened with incredulity. “Have you been a good boy?”
“Of course he has.” The boy’s mother looked mortified that her son should be anything else.
“And what about you?” He smiled down at the little dark-haired boy hiding behind the woman’s legs.
The child gave a shy smile, and held out a scrap of paper, but the woman grabbed it. She screwed it up, dropping it to the floor. “He’s been naughty and gets nothing.”
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Five