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Rowling.
All hail the creator of Harry Potter... J.K. Rowling.
This story will eventually be **SLASH**. Don't like, don't read. As easy as that. This was actually "fire and Ice". It's a repost and I changed some things. I have half of this story written and am working on the other. This could take some time, so be patient. Thanks to all the people who reviewd this the first time around.
Silver and Gold
Chapter 1
Draco was sitting in the Hogwarts Express for the last time in his life (At least if he had his way). The british countryside flew by as he looked out of the window.
Over the years the small and arrogant boy had grown into a quiet, secluded young man. As in the beginning of his life at Hogwarts, his fellow Slytherins feared him. Early on, this fear had been rooted in the fact that Dracos father was Lucius Malfoy and could, without much effort, make your life incredably miserable. Now the Slytherins and other assorted students feared Draco because he was in fact, simply Draco. In his 5th year Draco had developed an astonishing knowledge of curses and Dark Magic. He exelled in Potions, Defence against the Dark Arts, Tranfiguration and Arithmancy. In DADA and Potions Draco had come in top of his class, infront of Hermione Granger. Soon the teachers had discovered that the teenager knew more than they themselves, when it came to Dark Arts and Potions. The studentbody had been scared out of their wits, because everyone knows: intellegence mixed with evil always ends bad.
Draco idely ran a pale hand through his hair. Being alone had become routine for the blondhaired individual.
After trying to poison Harry Potter in their 5th year, Goyle and Crabbe had been expelled. Though cleared from their crime, they had acted under the influence of the Imperious Curse, both of them decided not to return to Hogwarts. Draco was definatly not heartbroken by the fact that his "bodyguards" weren't there to protect him anymore, infact he had been quite glad that the two goons had stayed away. What highly irretated him, was that his best friend Blaise Zabini was gone. The blackhaired boy was now attending Beauxbatons, due to the fact that his father had died and his mother had then decided to move back to France.
Draco reached over and into his bag, getting out a book on curses. The book was black and slowly falling apart. Draco flipped through it until he found the passage he had been looking for. Suddenly the door was opened and the blond looked up to see who was disturbing him.
Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter were standing there, seemingly uncomfortable.
"May I help you?" Draco inquired politley. "Uhm, would you mind if we sat here with you? There's no other free compartment." Hermione said. "Be my guests."
The three Gryffindors sat down. Hermione and Ron started talking about their vacation while Harry stared out of the window.
As he looked at Draco he felt slightly nervous. Although Draco wasn't the slimy git he had been up until 5th year, he sometimes freaked Harry out. The quiet, aloof, but terribly polite manner of the teenager made him seem much older than he actually was. The fact that Draco had grown to a height of 1.89 meters, which made him one of the tallest 7th years, also added to the impression of him being much older than he was.
At this moment Draco's attention seemed to be totally focused on the old book he was reading, but Harry didn't doubt for a second that the pale blond was picking up every bit of their conversation. As Harry refocused on Ron and Hermione, Draco was reading an especially fascinating passage in his book. It talked about the reaction one would get out of someone who was struck with a truth curse. A ghost of a smile flickered over his lips as he thought about using the curse on his father.
Harry looked back at Draco and saw the small smile that played across the boys lips.
The september sun caught in Draco's blond hair illuminating the silver highlights. The Gryffindor wondered how Draco could sustain his pale skincolor. It wasn't as if the Slytherin didn't go outside. He played Quidditch, he had Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology outside, so why didn't he tan? One of lifes unsolved mysteries.
Harry grinned. He had once heard Remus say something about Ice-demons and Draco certainly looked the part of untouchable ice.
At that moment Draco made direct eyecontact with Harry. The eyes that some time ago had only showed hate, malice and anger when focused on Harry, where now filled with confused politeness, asking why Harry was staring at him.
Harry had never imagined that Dracos silverblue eyes could express an emotion other than hate and arrogance. Some Muggle had once said that the eyes of a person are windows to the soul. If this was true, Draco Malfoy had a truly beautiful soul.
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Draco sat down at the Slytherin table, looking up at the silver, green and black banner hanging above him. The Slytherins sat themselfes as far away from him as they could (but still be seated at the table). Draco enjoyed sitting alone, apart from the mindless chatter, but something deep inside of him longed for friends to whom he could talk.
The Sorting had finished ( 9 Hufflepuffs, 11 Gryffindors, 10 Ravenclaws and 8 Slytherins) and there were two small firstyears sitting next to him.
Halfheartedly picking at his food, Dracos gaze wandered through the Great Hall.
The Ravenclaws were animatedly talking to each other, trying to include the new students into the conversation. The Hufflepuffs were laughing and talking loudly. As usual, the table of the Gryffindors was the loudest. At the moment they were having a foodfight. Draco watched as Harry ducked when a piece of chicken flew his way. The boy-who-lived looked up and caught Dracos eye. Harry grinned and turned away getting a potato against his head.
Draco had to smile. It was a shortlived but there none the less.
*~*~*~*~*
please read and review, merci beaucoup.
All hail the creator of Harry Potter... J.K. Rowling.
This story will eventually be **SLASH**. Don't like, don't read. As easy as that. This was actually "fire and Ice". It's a repost and I changed some things. I have half of this story written and am working on the other. This could take some time, so be patient. Thanks to all the people who reviewd this the first time around.
Silver and Gold
Chapter 1
Draco was sitting in the Hogwarts Express for the last time in his life (At least if he had his way). The british countryside flew by as he looked out of the window.
Over the years the small and arrogant boy had grown into a quiet, secluded young man. As in the beginning of his life at Hogwarts, his fellow Slytherins feared him. Early on, this fear had been rooted in the fact that Dracos father was Lucius Malfoy and could, without much effort, make your life incredably miserable. Now the Slytherins and other assorted students feared Draco because he was in fact, simply Draco. In his 5th year Draco had developed an astonishing knowledge of curses and Dark Magic. He exelled in Potions, Defence against the Dark Arts, Tranfiguration and Arithmancy. In DADA and Potions Draco had come in top of his class, infront of Hermione Granger. Soon the teachers had discovered that the teenager knew more than they themselves, when it came to Dark Arts and Potions. The studentbody had been scared out of their wits, because everyone knows: intellegence mixed with evil always ends bad.
Draco idely ran a pale hand through his hair. Being alone had become routine for the blondhaired individual.
After trying to poison Harry Potter in their 5th year, Goyle and Crabbe had been expelled. Though cleared from their crime, they had acted under the influence of the Imperious Curse, both of them decided not to return to Hogwarts. Draco was definatly not heartbroken by the fact that his "bodyguards" weren't there to protect him anymore, infact he had been quite glad that the two goons had stayed away. What highly irretated him, was that his best friend Blaise Zabini was gone. The blackhaired boy was now attending Beauxbatons, due to the fact that his father had died and his mother had then decided to move back to France.
Draco reached over and into his bag, getting out a book on curses. The book was black and slowly falling apart. Draco flipped through it until he found the passage he had been looking for. Suddenly the door was opened and the blond looked up to see who was disturbing him.
Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter were standing there, seemingly uncomfortable.
"May I help you?" Draco inquired politley. "Uhm, would you mind if we sat here with you? There's no other free compartment." Hermione said. "Be my guests."
The three Gryffindors sat down. Hermione and Ron started talking about their vacation while Harry stared out of the window.
As he looked at Draco he felt slightly nervous. Although Draco wasn't the slimy git he had been up until 5th year, he sometimes freaked Harry out. The quiet, aloof, but terribly polite manner of the teenager made him seem much older than he actually was. The fact that Draco had grown to a height of 1.89 meters, which made him one of the tallest 7th years, also added to the impression of him being much older than he was.
At this moment Draco's attention seemed to be totally focused on the old book he was reading, but Harry didn't doubt for a second that the pale blond was picking up every bit of their conversation. As Harry refocused on Ron and Hermione, Draco was reading an especially fascinating passage in his book. It talked about the reaction one would get out of someone who was struck with a truth curse. A ghost of a smile flickered over his lips as he thought about using the curse on his father.
Harry looked back at Draco and saw the small smile that played across the boys lips.
The september sun caught in Draco's blond hair illuminating the silver highlights. The Gryffindor wondered how Draco could sustain his pale skincolor. It wasn't as if the Slytherin didn't go outside. He played Quidditch, he had Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology outside, so why didn't he tan? One of lifes unsolved mysteries.
Harry grinned. He had once heard Remus say something about Ice-demons and Draco certainly looked the part of untouchable ice.
At that moment Draco made direct eyecontact with Harry. The eyes that some time ago had only showed hate, malice and anger when focused on Harry, where now filled with confused politeness, asking why Harry was staring at him.
Harry had never imagined that Dracos silverblue eyes could express an emotion other than hate and arrogance. Some Muggle had once said that the eyes of a person are windows to the soul. If this was true, Draco Malfoy had a truly beautiful soul.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco sat down at the Slytherin table, looking up at the silver, green and black banner hanging above him. The Slytherins sat themselfes as far away from him as they could (but still be seated at the table). Draco enjoyed sitting alone, apart from the mindless chatter, but something deep inside of him longed for friends to whom he could talk.
The Sorting had finished ( 9 Hufflepuffs, 11 Gryffindors, 10 Ravenclaws and 8 Slytherins) and there were two small firstyears sitting next to him.
Halfheartedly picking at his food, Dracos gaze wandered through the Great Hall.
The Ravenclaws were animatedly talking to each other, trying to include the new students into the conversation. The Hufflepuffs were laughing and talking loudly. As usual, the table of the Gryffindors was the loudest. At the moment they were having a foodfight. Draco watched as Harry ducked when a piece of chicken flew his way. The boy-who-lived looked up and caught Dracos eye. Harry grinned and turned away getting a potato against his head.
Draco had to smile. It was a shortlived but there none the less.
*~*~*~*~*
please read and review, merci beaucoup.