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Tragedy at Hogwarts

The pillsbury doughboy walked into a grand building for his first day of class at none other than the famous hogwarts. As he was making his way through the corridors trying to find his class, he bumped into someone and fell, causing all of his belongings to spill in front of him. "Hey, watch where you're going you wanker!", the boy he had bumped into said, upset. He looked up at him, the boy had striking green eyes and platinum blonde hair. They locked eyes for what felt like an eternity to pillsbury doughboy. He swore he could see sparks fly around them, but he snapped back to reality when the boy shouted again, "Didn't you hear me? I said watch where you're going!". pillsbury doughboy grabbed his things and stood up as quickly as he could. "Oh, sorry... I didn't mean to...", he said, staring down at the floor, as he couldn't look into those beautiful green eyes any longer. "Yeah, whatever, just get out of my sight." the boy said, and with that, pillsbury doughboy was gone. "who was that...?" he wondered.

Pillsbury Doughboy couldn't get the encounter out of his mind. The boy with the striking green eyes and platinum blonde hair had left an indelible mark on his heart. He found himself daydreaming about their brief encounter, replaying the moment when their eyes had locked. It was as if fate had brought them together, only to tear them apart so swiftly.Determined to find out more about the enigmatic boy, Pillsbury Doughboy made it his mission to discover his identity. He spent countless hours asking other students about the mysterious blonde-haired student with the captivating eyes. Eventually, he learned that his name was Draco Malfoy, a student from the prestigious Slytherin House.Driven by an undeniable curiosity and a longing he couldn't ignore, Pillsbury Doughboy devised a plan to cross paths with Draco once again. He attended Quidditch matches, hoping to catch a glimpse of him in the crowd. He even found himself lingering in the library, knowing that Draco frequented the study area.One rainy afternoon, as Pillsbury Doughboy wandered the castle grounds, deep in thought, he stumbled upon Draco standing alone under a large tree. The raindrops cascaded down around them, creating a serene ambiance. Taking a deep breath, Pillsbury Doughboy approached him."I couldn't help but notice you're alone," Pillsbury Doughboy said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.Draco turned to face him, his expression softening as he recognized the familiar face. "You again? What do you want now?""I just... I wanted to apologize for our earlier encounter. I didn't mean to bump into you. I was just lost, trying to find my way," Pillsbury Doughboy confessed, his eyes filled with sincerity.Draco's eyes softened, the initial hostility dissipating. "Apology accepted, I suppose. But that doesn't change the fact that you're a clumsy oaf."Pillsbury Doughboy chuckled nervously, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. "I suppose I am. But if you'll give me a chance, I promise I can be more than just a walking disaster."Draco regarded him for a moment, the raindrops glimmering in his hair. Slowly, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Very well. I'll give you a chance. But don't expect me to go easy on you, Doughboy."

The Pillsbury Doughboy blushed a brilliant shade of pink, especially highlighted on his pure white skin, and averted his eyes, unable to keep direct eye contact with Draco for very long.Over the next couple months of classes, the Doughboy and Draco got closer and closer. The Doughboy would wear Malfoy's scarf to Quittich matches, and he was always the one cheering the loudest in the stands. He would help Draco study during late nights at the library, and over butterbeers at Hogsmeade.They were falling in love. Through chaste kisses and lingering stares, through gifted chocolate frogs and hands holding chilly hands in the forbidden forest. Slowly, but surely, they were falling in love.It was an ordinary day, nothing amiss, really nothing at all Draco should be worried about. And yet, the Pillsbury Doughboy was an hour late to their date. And he had never been late before. No communication by owl either. Draco was now wandering around Hogwarts looking for him. He checked in his dorm, he checked their usual spots at the library to see if he had fallen asleep. And yet nothing.As he continued to search for hours and hours, progressively becoming more and more frantic. Finally, he checked the last place he could possibly think of, the kitchen where the house elves worked.It smelled delicious, and he could hear his mortal enemy, Harry Potter, chatting happily with his friends. The weasel and the mudblood. He stomped over, demanding to know if they had seen his beloved Doughboy.Their faces turned white at the mention of his name, panic welling up in their eyes. Harry stuttered."Well... Um... we wanted bread. And the house elves... They just- He was nearby. There was nothing we could do but, well, what we thought he would have wanted." The crumbs were still on their fingertips.Draco felt his heart stop entirely. No it couldn't be. No..."NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Draco fell to his knees. The love of his life... Gone. There was nothing left for him in this world."Avada Kedavra!" He killed them all. He shed a single tear and everything went black, he'd be with his lost love soon.The End.