OK, I'm just writing this because I had the idea, if it gets nowhere, which is hiiiighly likely, DON'T BLAME MEEEEE!! Well, it is another of my cheesy romance fictions, buuut, I am gonna try my hardest to put something a little more in there. Maybe Action, I don't know, but please review and tell me wot u think!!! Oh, yeah, this is also my first Harry Potter fanfic, so please be kind!!! Oh, and Narcissa is nice because I feel that she does love Draco, but she can't control Lucius, you know, with all the Death Eatery type stuff. oh, and on the genre side of things, I think Angst will be a contender in there as well. In fact I don't think, I know. So sorry, if you don't like angst!!

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Chapter 1: The Arrival of a Prodigy

It was raining. Not just any type of rain, the drops which were pounding Draco's window panes were huge. He was glad he was in the warm. Sort of. He looked farther out, to the horizon, which seemed to be as grey as everywhere else. The trees looked like water colours, which should have been bright, bold and beautiful (it was the summer holidays) instead, smudged and dull-looking. The Sun was nowhere to be seen, not even a glimmer of its rays shone through the grey clouds, usually fluffy and dotted around the beautiful blue sky at this time, now daunting and as they meant to shut out all light whatsoever, so that darkness would rule eternally. Draco shuddered, and tried to block the thoughts creeping into his mind. He sort of wished that he didn't have to go back to Hogwarts after the summer holidays, but was also glad that he didn't have to hide every time his Father's name was mentioned. He had been beaten on every occasion Lucius had returned from wherever he was, which, fortunately, was not too often.

'What if this is a bad omen? Father is coming home from his business trip this evening, maybe…' he added another lighted candle to the array of pin-pricks standing out against the darkness of his room, and let the calm vibes, seemingly coming off these candles, wash over him, and, finally, letting them enter his troubled mind, and draw out the bad thoughts 'Don't be silly,' he found him telling himself 'Omens belong to a very unreliable branch of magic, you don't believe in all that cra-' he broke off, jumping about a foot in the air. The room, for a second, had been filled with yellowy light. He sighed, relaxing again. 'Oh, it was only a bolt of lightning'

At dinner that night, Draco was quieter than usual. His Mother's chatting about dinner parties and so on just went straight through him. Usually he listened, but tonight his brain was occupied, caught up in the dark thoughts he thought when alone, when he knew he would not be disturbed.

"Draco, darling, are you OK? You seem so distant tonight, you're not ill, are you?" Narcissa fussed. Usually this annoyed Draco, but tonight his mind was glad of the sudden change of subject, the other had been weighing heavily upon his already full to bursting head.

"Yes, Mother, I'm fine" He droned, knowing she would see right through this petty disguise. "So, you were saying, this party you are thinking of holding"

"No, I was talking about something completely different" A frown crumpled Narcissa's beautiful and blemish-free face. She hated it when she knew there was something wrong with her son, but he never told her these days, afraid it would get round to his father that he actually did have feelings. She shook these sad feelings out of her mind, and continued, with a slight smirk playing across her full, pink lips. "What I was talking about was who your Father is bringing home this evening"

"Oh, who is it?" Draco asked his face showing only signs of interest. But Narcissa didn't reply, because she was busy rushing to the window, which had just flung open, apparently with a fresh gust of wind, but, as Draco would find out, a second later, it was not as it first seemed.