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CHAPTER TEN: kiss me — sixpence none the richer
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( 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘, 𝟏𝟓 )
Draco Malfoy learnt the meaning of consent when he was eight.
It was during the summer holidays, and his mother had taken him over to the Greengrass estate. Mother had said it would be good for him to socialise with other wizards and witches his age, rather than stay holed up in his room reading the whole day. Then, Draco hadn't understood why. He had kicked and screamed as his mother tried to drag him from the house in his best clothes. "Come on, Draco! You'll like them!" She said, grunting with effort as she finally managed to get him into a car. Although the Malfoy's were pureblood supremacists, they did appreciate the muggle's for creating the 'car'.
His mother was right. He did like them. Astoria Greengrass at least. He didn't particularly care for Daphne Greengrass who turned her nose up and stomped away in a fit when Draco wouldn't play with her. Naturally, like any innocent seven year old, Draco thought he'd fallen in love. Why, she was the perfect girl, wasn't she? She shared her toys and had even given him flowers she had picked from the garden.
In the stories for little wizards and witches his mother read him sometimes ( although, more often than not, it was a house elf ), the prince always kissed the princess at the ending of the story. So of course, Draco had made it his mission to kiss little Astoria Greengrass. To be her prince charming. And he tried to, in the Greengrasses' garden by the fountain. He had leaned in, lips puckered, and tried to plant a kiss on her cheek, but the girl had shrieked and slapped him away.
