Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter books; its contents, characters and plots. They all belong to JK Rowling.
Warning: This story is rated R (and some parts may even be NC-17). Expect sexual implications and maybe even graphic scenes (those of which I will try to avoid as much as possible without affecting the outcome of the story.) This, in all aspects, is a slash story so if you are the type of person who dislikes homosexuals, then please hit the back button now and find some other story to read.
A/N: This is another one of those rare slash stories that I've decided to publish here due to demands of my friends. Peer pressure sigh. Hope you guys will enjoy this one. The genre is yet to be finalized but I'm planning it to be angst and romance with a little twist of comedy. Reviews are always gladly accepted. Constructive criticisms are very welcome. Flames are laughed at... then extinguished. Anyway, I believe that covers everything. On with the show!
Silhouette emerging midst the shadows
Absent-mindedly I gaze upon
Ah, how can I forget?
Once more I whispered your name
So…
Don't say a word...
Savoring every second
I almost drowned
If only I could stop time
We'd stay this way forever
By your side,
In your arms that is my sanctuary
Oblivion surrounds me
Deeper, more than ever
Underneath moon's light
Like that time
I will always remember
Serenity that is you
Illuminated by the moon
I sing your name to the stars
You who blooms steadily in my heart
Deeply, more than ever
- iris psyche
It was a fine early Monday morning at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The sun was high up playing hide and seek with the fluffy white clouds. Not one trace of the ravaging thunderstorm from last night was to be found. The students are still sleeping contentedly in their respective dormitories. Everything seemed so peaceful and quiet…
Inside Slytherin's boys' dormitories, young Draco Malfoy was lying peacefully on his four-poster bed like the rest of his housemates. Even in his sleep, the seventeen-year-old boy still looks his best with his messy platinum blonde hair, closed eyelids that makes you notice those long curled eyelashes, and those slightly opened red lips.
Letting out a yawn, Draco opened his eyes, having woken up from a dream. He wanted to go back to sleep but found that he couldn't due to the excessive snoring coming from the direction of Crabbe's bed. Turning over to his side, he glanced at the clock. 5:45 am. It's still too early for him to get up.
He sighed and thought, 'Damn that Crabbe and his overly obese body.' Lazily, his eyes drifted to the bed.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
Draco sat up, rubbing his eyes had before looking at his bed again. No, he wasn't dreaming. A little girl is sleeping on his bed.
A/N: Okay, I know it's really really short but it's just a prologue. I hate cliffies too but I like writing them. Chapter One will be up in two days. pinky swear.