This is rated just in case I decided to put some lemon.

Disclaimer: Don't own HP.

REMINDER: This is a male/male fic with the pairing Harry/Draco and if you don't like it and are irked by the idea of them together then I suggest you get the hell out of here.

Summary: Both of them wanted to forget the horrors of their past...Two people not knowing that they could find solace in the comfort each other can give...A painting, a picture...Memories and souls long gone...

Author's Note: So this is my other story. This is supposed to be the first chapter but I changed my mind and made it a prologue because it is very short. I do hope you would be nice to read and review my story.

Winter Solace

Prologue

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Draco Malfoy tossed the Daily prophet aside with a sigh as he leaned back on the comfortable armchair in his living room. He closed his eyes and ran a graceful hand through his platinum blonde hair.

'Loads of rubbish!' he said to himself as he clenched his fist, trying not to think about what the paper said. 'Why didn't they just concentrate on their Boy Saviour? Why not talk about how the whole wizarding world has been worried about his horrible condition after the war?...Always have to drag me up in one or two columns as the one who followed the steps of his father like so many other fools. How ungrateful of them…'

The fire in the fireplace flared as Dumbledore's face showed up, creases appearing as deep and as many as before. He looked at the blonde man with hooded eyes.

Draco looked up from where he was sitting but didn't bother to greet the elder wizard. His face immediately became fixed with a scowl, his eyes displaying flames of anger and irritation.

"Mr. Malfoy, I hope you have already heard about your hearing in the Ministry?" the headmaster of Hogwarts asked.

Draco stood up and yelled at Dumbledore, his arms thrashing everywhere as he spoke. "You said you're going to back me up! I fought for your side, risked my wasted life for your cause and then, I receive a letter informing me that I'm going to have a trial because I'm a fucking death eater—followed and kissed the hems of a perfect luna—"

"Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore said in a firm voice, his blue eyes looking determined. "I am well aware of what I have said to you in exchange for your services. That is why I'm giving you a fire call, Draco. You are going to attend the trial. I'll be going there in your defense." The headmaster assured Draco.

Draco opened his mouth to speak but Dumbledore spoke up again. "You will come off clean, Draco. Just tell them what you did in the war, I will come up and speak as your witness."

"Fine." Draco spat as he turned around to exit the room.

"Wait, Draco."

"What?" he answered in an annoyed voice.

"You trial will be held on Friday instead of tomorrow."

"What?" Draco said, confused. "Why?"

"I requested it to be so for I cannot attend your trial if it will be tomorrow." The headmaster answered.

"Why?" the blonde asked, curious.

"I need to see to Mr. Potter tomorrow." Dumbledore replied gravely.

"Is he going to die already?" Draco said nonchalantly. "I've just read that his condition got worse. So, finally something to rid the world of an annoying creature."

Draco looked at the old man but Dumbledore didn't budge an inch at what he said instead, the headmaster's eyes became filled with grief.

"So, he is going to die?" the blond asked, turning his back from the headmaster, already taking a step out of the room.

"There are things that need attending for Mr. Potter tomorrow. After that, we can discuss about your upcoming trial." Dumbledore said, not commenting on Draco's question. "Good da—"

"I'm going to leave the country." Draco blurted out just as his hand touched the door knob. "Right after my name is cleared."

Dumbledore opened his mouth to say something to the young man in front of him but before words can come out, the door was shut close and the room was silent save from the small pop from the fireplace and the continued crackling of the fire.

Author's Note: Sorry if it's so short. Got some sickness at the moment...sickness that makes me write short chaps...Anyway, i hope i can make longer chaps as this story progresses. Did you like it? Any opinions? Please review!!!

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