Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing at all associated with Harry Potter and Co. its all J.K. Rowling. The song My December is by Linkin Park therefore Linkin Park owns it.
Credits: Well if it weren't for my beta reader, Catalina Royce this story would not be possible. Since, she's the one that puts up with my constant complaining of the story and the summary. ^_^ So much love to her!
Author Notes: This fanfiction is strongly based on the song My December by Linkin Park. It's not really a song fic because this will be a very long story whereas song fics are just ficlets. If you know the song My December, you will see how it relates to the story. If you haven't heard of it, download it! It's a very nice song. Also I notice that it's a bit late but this story just struck me while listening to My December a few days ago.
My December
Prologue
Draco Sebastian Malfoy stared out of his clear glass plated window, while swirling a glass of Brandy. He stood there transfixed, as he watched a brand new coat of snow softly cover the old. December was finally living up to its name. The snow had come down hard in the last week but it had gradually come lighter. The entire front of Malfoy Manor was covered in at least a foot of snow. The pine trees that greeted the guests to the Manor were covered with snow. The branches sagged under the weight.
Draco sighed heavily as he drowned the rest of his Brandy. He walked across his large spacious living room towards the large armchair in front of his warm fireplace.
Everyone thought he was perfect, that he had everything that he could possibly dream of. Oh, how wrong they were. At 23, Draco had become one of the richest wizards in the entire Wizarding world. He had inherited a large sum from his father after the elder Malfoy's death. Added to his salary at the Ministry he was rich beyond belief. Draco had wealth, beauty, fame and power. He had young women clinging to him wherever he went. But that wasn't even enough for Draco.
He felt an enormous amount of emptiness inside of him that he couldn't describe in words. Sure he had money and women but that quickly wore out to him. Here he was on a December night, all alone with no one he cherished to be near him. He had a limited number of friends. The people he had known to call friends back at Hogwarts were either dead or rotting in Azkaban. Of course there were exceptions; Blaise Zabini and Adrian Moon were two. The problem was that they were far too busy with their families to worry about him, so Draco was left alone. There was no girl friend to share it with either. Yes, he was known as a playboy to the Wizarding world, going from one girl to the next. Draco never could stand for a relationship. He gave up on true love a long time ago.
In a way the month of December reminded Draco of himself. He was a cold and distant person. December was a cold and distant month, if you had no loved ones to share it with. Draco had no one to share the longest and loneliest month of the year with him. He had no mother, and he had no father. He never had any siblings and no cousins either. He remembered one December - it was only 5 years ago but it seemed like 50 to him. Because, for one December he had someone to share the beauty with.
It was the last person he'd ever expect to talk to him, but she was there. For a month they had gotten to know each other. They found out each other's faults, tiny habits and loves. Their friendship (and what Draco thought was so much more) spanned for the rest of the term but it came to a sudden halt when the War began. When the War began, he had to pretend to hurt and feel nothing towards her. He had to pretend that he didn't love her.
It was the War that everyone was fearful about. Everyone knew it was coming. It was the Light against the Dark. The War lasted for 4 years and it claimed many victims, both Muggles and Wizards. It all came down when it was Harry Potter against Lord Voldemort. In the end, it was Harry Potter who defeated Lord Voldemort once again. Voldemort lay in ashes on the ground while Harry Potter stood over him in triumph. The Wizarding world was indeed safe again. All thanks to Harry bloody Potter.
Draco shook himself as thoughts of the War and the girl streamed through his thoughts. He promised himself long ago that he would bury the past and live the present. He couldn't help himself, before he knew it, the memories started to overwhelm him. He was forced to reminisce about the past once again.
It all started on a cold, lonesome December's night...
End Notes: PLEASE REVIEW!!! Ah, I'm desperate aren't I? Hehe, anyways what do you think? Please leave your comments. I already have Chapter One finished and betaed, I just want to hear what the responses are. Don't worry, Chapter One will be much longer than this prologue.