CHAPTER 1
It was time for him to do something. He was standing in front of the lake and
the moonlight was reflected in his white-blond hair. He exhaled deeply and
returned to his previous thoughts.
Two years had passed since he discovered what was haunting him, what was
keeping him awake at night. At first, he couldn't believe it. Those things
didn't happen to people like him. He was supossed to be a cold heartless boy,
who followed Malfoy's code: seek power, be powerful and gain power.
And he thought he was one until that fateful day.
FLASHBACK
He had been stalking the Gryffindor trio because he had planned one of his
famous cruel revenges.
Two weeks ago, Gryffindor had won the quidditch match against Slytherin, and he
was going to wipe the smiles out of their faces. He wanted Potter to be angry,
furious, he wanted Potter to be aware of his presence.
And then he understood.
He had been waiting for that moment during the whole week, but he had attributed
the anticipation and excitement to the fact that he was going to attack his
three enemies. But he didn't want the Weasel's or the Mudblood's attention, he
only wanted to face Hogwart's Golden Boy again, he wanted to yell at him, he
wanted him.
He was frightened of what this discovering meant to him. He couldn't let it
happen. Everything was going to change and he didn't need that. Voldemort was
beginning to rise again and he was going to become a Death Eater in two years.
All his future could change, and for the first time in his life, Draco
heartless Malfoy was scared.
END OF FLASHBACK
He smiled. His fifth year had been full of changes because of his crush on
Potter. He remembered that time when he was in Potion's class and he couldn't
stop sneaking glances at Harry's direction. Even Snape had told him if he
needed to be reminded where the blackboard was positioned.
And he also remembered his change of attitude towards the Gryffindor trio. For
once, he ignored them completely. The famous Malfoy and Potter's corridor
fights ended, and with that began the questioning glances.
He tried to ignore Harry as well, but it was impossible. He was more and more
attracted to the emerald-eyed Gryffindor who visited him in Woderland at night.
He sighed. He still remembered those dreams, full of passion, of gentleness, of
love. He could still recall them because they were the same dreams that had
been haunting him at night since two years ago.
That's why he had to act. He hadn't done anything yet, and his heart ached for
Harry. His longing had become unbearable and the pressure from his Slytherin
"friends" hadn't helped either. They'd sensed the change in him and they were
begining to ask him questions about his strange behaviour.
He had tried. He had really tried not to change his personality, but it'd been
impossible. Harry was having a strong influence on him. Even old Dumbledore was
aware of that. His sparkling blue eyes were on him during the meals and he'd
even caught him in his Harry-gazing. Yes that's right, Harry-gazing. It'd
become his favourite activity. He analised Harry's movements and expressions.
He knew which his favourite food was and that he ate his strawberry mousse with
a fork instead of a spoon.
A snowflake landed in Draco's nose. It melted slowly on his flawless pale skin.
He loved snow as much as Harry-gazing. Wait- he thought- I change that last bit, Harry's better.
He stopped a moment before beginning to laugh.
"This is driving me crazy! I'm a nutter already." said in a funny voice.
He began to walk silently along the lake's shore. Only the night's sound could
be heard. The smooth snow was begining to cover his shimmering black cloak. He
was nearing the quidditch pitch which brought him tones of memories. He sat in
the stands and got lost in a distant memory, one that took place a year ago,
and that'll be recorded in his mind and heart forever.
