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New Friends
by afrai

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Vincent no longer looks so frightening, prone on the ground. Draco's knuckles hurt.

He doesn't want to look at Vincent, vanquished and bleeding-nosed, or Gregory, wide-eyed and no longer a faceless muscled terror, but just another six-year-old boy. So Draco looks at the plants in the garden. Thinks about growing flowers.

Horticulture is the correct word.

His father is very keen on correct words.

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Later on, Draco returns to the drawing room, where the adults are talking. His father notices Vincent and Gregory tailing him quietly. His eyes gleam.

Draco's stomach curls. There is a hollowness in his chest.

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