A story never told

Chapter 1 - Draco's detour

Draco woke with a start. Sweat was pouring from his forehead. In the first
few seconds, he couldn't remember a thing. Until it slowly came back to him,
image by image. Ruffled black hair. The greenest eyes he's ever seen.
Suddenly recognizing the emerald eyes looking demanding at him from a mental
image, he exclaimed surprised "Potter!". He realized too late that he still
didn't have his own private dorm, even though his father asked for it over
and over again. But Dumbledore, the old fool, wouldn't let him have one.
Probably scared of the things the Slytherin Prince would do to live up to
his reputation. Well, not having his own room certainly didn't stop him from
doing just those things now, did it? Draco smirked thinking about what he
did all those years all over Hogwarts… Suddenly realization hit him again. A
moment ago, he exclaimed "Saint Potter"'s name. While wakening up from a
dream. In fact, he even dreamt of him… Draco, paranoia overcoming him,
looked around in his dorm. But except a few snores and a mumbled "Yes, I do
love Ice Cream" he heard no sound. Thank God, he thought. If anyone would
have heard him, the great icy Draco, exclaim freaky Potter's name, in his
dream! His reputation, for which he worked endlessly, would have been
ruined. Not to mention what would his father think, if he would hear of his
dream… But what did he dream anyways? Draco concentrated really hard to
remember all of his dream.
He was on a lush meadow surrounded by hundreds of violet pansies. Scared by
that view he tried to run away, but the only thing that changed was the
color of the pansies. Suddenly they were emerald green. As he surprised
stopped and intently looked at a particular green one, it started to
transform into a guy who looked strangely familiar. As Draco drew closer, he
realized that he stared right into Potter's endless eyes… The last thing he
remembered before waking up was that Harry… uhm… Potter gave him a malfoyish
– yet breathtaking – smirk. Surprised, he woke up.
What was the meaning of that dream? Why did it have to bugger him now, a
month before his engagement to Pansy? And why in the world did he have to
get engaged to her anyways? He still was only 17 and thought he still had
his whole life before him. Not anymore, like it seemed. And of all the girls
in the world, why did it have to be Pansy? Troubled, he looked on his alarm
clock. It was only 3.06am. What a waste of precious sleep! He decided to
stop thinking about that ridiculous dream and just go to sleep again. He
didn't expect his sleep would be disturbed again by a dream. A far more
troubling dream, as he had to confess to himself, before taking a long, very
cold shower.
It was still before the crack of dawn and none of his dormmates was yet
awake. But Draco didn't dare to go to sleep again. Far too disturbing was
this last dream about him and a certain green-eyed guy… He blushed by even
thinking about the dream. What was happening to him? He never before had
dreams like this. What was wrong with him? Frustrated, he decided to take a
walk outside. It was early January and snow covered the school grounds. It
looked beautiful. If Draco would have cared for this kind of beauty. Which
he certainly did not. He went to the ice covered lake but did not stop
there. He walked slowly around until he found a convenient tree on which he
slid down and sat in his silky pajamas on the frozen ground.
When it dawned, it dawned also on Draco, that it actually was his birthday
today.