This is actually my first story on fanfiction. My first fanfiction story. I have no idea how to write it. So this one will start soon, just so you know. My writing style probably changes with my emotions and my inspiration. So yeah... to the disclaimers.

Disclaimer:

I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, do you think I would allow all the horrible things to happen to him? Don't answer that...

He stepped out of the manor, gazing into the snow. His gaze travelled over the bleak landscape that too closely mirrored his thoughts. When would things change? The things he wanted never came to pass. The things he needed never reached his hands. At least since the war's end. Potter got everything. He got the best job. He got the girl. He got the fame. He got the money. He had kids that took after him and his wife in such an obvious fashion. What more could he want?

Potter got everything, while he, Draco Malfoy got nothing. Nothing but trouble at least. Ever since the end of the war, nothing good had come his way. His parents were both in prison. That was actually good; they deserved to be there. But if they were out they might have been able to help him. Now he was alone. He was watched. He could do nothing about it. He was subject to a constant guard. At least that was all. The only benefit of being underage when he was marked. Only a person to watch his every move. He could live with that. Maybe. Possibly. It would have been better had any of his guards uttered a single word in his presence. He had no company, just moving statues.

No matter what others thought, the Ice Prince needed company. He had been abandoned by his so called friends when he had revealed the mark. He hadn't even had time to explain how it happened. They simply scampered from the dorm room and ceased speaking outside of the necessary. They wanted to stay neutral; they hoped to avoid being marked. Well, they managed it. The other Slytherins showed a united front in Hogwarts with him, to stop the other houses from picking them off, but their friendship was already nullified. That was the Slytherin way, the coward's way, not that he would be any different if the situation was reversed. The unmarked Slytherins paid a fine and stayed friends, even as many lost their parents to Azkaban. Nothing could be proven against them. He was another matter. Now he was alone, yet always in the company of another. Sometimes he only heard them from the whisper of their robes on the marble floor and their soft breaths after climbing too many stairs. They stayed disillusioned, the ones that tried to be nice at least. They let him think he was alone, that he had his privacy. It was the wrong move. Did they think paranoia had avoided him in the war? He hated them, always aware that they were there. He could never truly relax. They weren't here for his protection. They were trained to watch him, to see him in his natural state. It was impossible for that to occur, not with the knowledge that they were there at all. Silence was always a reminder, when breathing was amplified and shuffling as loud as a shout.

Draco rarely spoke these days, his voice made unnecessary by the lack of friends and freedom. Who was there to talk to? The house elves were hardly good conversationalists, especially after his past. His world had ended, yet his life had not. That was not his decision though. His life was not his own anymore. The aurors always stopped him. He'd given up in the end. His Malfoy pride had dwindled, only appearing in his masks. His eyes betrayed him though. There was never a happy thought to pass through his mind. Happiness had been tainted. Stained with sadness, grief, anger, jealousy.

He would have thought that happiness was impossible, if it weren't for that paper. He hadn't read the paper in weeks, but something about this one called him. Picking up the Daily Prophet, the front page screamed its news with the new brightly coloured pictures. Potter was on the front page, as usual. Nothing kept him out of the paper. The fame of defeating Voldemort still lingered. People still looked up to him. No one could tarnish his fame, but he could ruin others. Though, front page after six years was new. His frown softened as he read the page, rereading again to make sure that he read it right. A moving picture of Potter staring in shock as he saw his wife and another man kissing covered the front page. The heading basically screamed, Heartbroken Potter. Every person in the Wizarding World would notice this; they'd be blind not to. The headline may not have said it, but the picture was surely worth the thousand words they claim to contain. It seemed as if the Weasley girl had abandoned Potter for another. The Weaselette's new beau was not even named, so unimportant was he. He smirked at the unnamed man, face blurred slightly in the moving image. No one was important enough when they were around Potter. They were always second class or lower, even his wife.

Potter seemed to be in utter horror of his wife's treachery. Glee filled his mind as he fed upon Potter's image. His nemesis finally felt what he felt back then, the utter betrayal of friends and family. However, Draco couldn't shake some worry for the man. Something seemed to be nagging him to comfort him, to console Potter. That was impossible. He felt nothing but hatred for Potter. Setting down the paper, he turn be towards to his study, needing a place to think.

He gracefully set himself down onto the wing chair in the corner, the one glamoured from his guests unless he allowed them to see it. No need to make them too comfortable. He could not forget the company that was with him, of course. Keeping his face neutral, he thought about Potter. It had been years since they had seen each other. Potter probably never even thought about him anymore. He was just a petty school rival. He was someone to get over when out of their company. He stopped. He was supposed to be thinking about his thoughts on Potter, not the other way around.

When his thoughts continued in the right direction this time, he walked through his memories of his schooling career. Hate fill the first few years, but as time progressed, he saw something else in his thoughts. A suggestion. Something that could change him, his way of thinking. His eyes widened, surprise filling him at the revelation.

A gasp was heard across the study. Draco's eye's narrowed towards where the sound came from. He could see the glitter of the glamour now, covering the auror's body now that he knew where it was. Before he could question the sound that the guard it surely came from, the glittering air seemed to relax and the glamour was lowered.

Draco's mask dropped before he knew what was happening. A gasp escaped his own mouth before he could control himself. Staring at him from across the room was Harry Potter. The one he loathed, or thought he loathed until just then. Draco's eyes narrowed again as he wondered why Potter was here. It was not like Potter could just read his mind. The Dark Lord always made it painful. At that, Draco saw Potter wince. Well, maybe not. Rage built up inside him at the thought that he did not even possess the privacy of his own mind. Draco's glare had Potter lowering his head, averting his eyes. He whispered something too soft to be heard. "What was that?" he said, his tone menacing, but missing its edge, his voice diminished from disuse.

"Sorry," Potter repeated a little louder, looking up this time. His eyes locked and Draco saw the expectation in his eyes. This was not the Potter in the paper. This was different. He was different. "I'm sorry for looking…" Potter words drifted off as Draco rapidly shook his head. He stared questionably at Draco scratching the back of his neck, his eyes not judging. Draco directed his head towards the door, indicating that there could be people listening. Potter grew a small serene smile as he understood. "There's no one today. I wanted to guard you alone." Draco almost gaped at this, but withheld. His emotions had been out of hand lately, well, since the brunet made his presence known. "Again, I'm sorry." He paused before continuing, gazing into Draco's eyes, trying to convey the sincerity of his apology. "I'm sorry for looking into your mind. That was uncalled for, but it had been a while since I saw an expression on your face. Well, an expression like that. Not so much happy, but not sad." Potter eyes flicked to the floor before returning. His shoulders squared as he continued. "Your wide eyes practically begged me to read your thoughts." He chuckled when Draco glared at him for that. Potter knew what he felt and was making fun of him. He closed his eyes to control his temper, and when he opened them, he found himself face to face with Potter.

"It was a good thing too," he continued, "I may have never found out that our feelings were mutual." Draco gaped at this, and Potter took advantage. He leaned forward for a kiss, and Draco accepted, still in shock. Slowly he let the pleasure overtake him and forgot about the consequences. He kissed the man he loved with everything he had.

Love and Hate were always two sides of the same coin.

First fanfiction. How did it go? Flames are not welcome. They will we quenched by the bucket of water I have by my desk, or they will be met with my own flames. Constructive critsism and little comments on grammar and spelling (remember this is Australian spelling) will be gratefully accepted. Not that I should say this, but complements really do help boost the esteem of a writer. Anyone who writes fanfiction knows this. So be nice.

I hope you enjoyed my first ever in my entire life fanfic.

Have a great day.

Arctic

Keep Writing.

Edit: 2016/06/01 Improved Grammar. Tried to retain story line. Basically beta-ing my own work several years after the fact. Man, this had a lot of mistakes.