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(A.N: For Vera Rozalsky. You said you wanted to see the whole of Pansy and Draco's story, so here it is)

The Flower and the Angel
By Silver Sailor Ganymede

I. Festival

They meet at a party when they are five years old. They are celebrating Yule, and it is the first time that her parents have decided that she is old enough to come with them – after all, she is five years old now and knows better than to throw a tantrum in front of her mother. All she has to do is smile and look pretty and everyone will adore her.

Pansy is annoyed when she realises that she isn't the centre of attention. There is a boy there who her mother has said is the same age as her, and everyone is paying much more attention to him than to her. She is a striking child, with black hair and eyes like jet, and everyone always comments on how pretty she is, but tonight everyone is fussing over him. Pansy hasn't seen him yet, but she thinks he is probably just as ugly and boring as boys always are, so why are they fussing over him rather than her?

That's when Pansy sees the angel for the first time. He has just escaped from Cecilia Macmillan's grasp, but he does not look at all annoyed. His hair is the whitest that Pansy has ever seen on someone so young, but even though it's white it doesn't make him look old. He's very, very pale as well, and even his eyes don't have any colour. Yes, he is practically shining because he is so pale. That's when Pansy realises she's looking at an angel.

"You're an angel," she whispers when he comes nearer to her.

He wrinkles his nose in annoyance. "I am not. You sound like an old lady, calling me an angel like that."

Pansy blushes.

"What's your name, anyway?" he asks.

"Pansy Parkinson," she replies.

He sighs. "Why do girls like flowers so much that they name their children after them?"

"I don't know. What's your name?"

"Draco Malfoy," he replies. The pompous air he adopts seems utterly out of place in one so young, but Pansy herself is too young to notice this. Instead she is impressed, thinking to herself just how lucky she is to have spoken to someone so wonderful.

When she looks up again Draco is gone, lost in the crowds of people in the room. Her angel has vanished and she wants to cry because she doesn't know if she'll ever see him again.