We all know how fairy tales go. A damsel in distress gets rescued by a handsome prince.
Well this time it wasn't exactly the case.
Because in regular fairy tales the girl is put under an evil spell, by the dark wizard.
Well, it's kind of like that.
Because you see Draco Malfoy was a cold person. Everything about him could be described with that one word.
The way he looked, the way he acted, the way he talked....the way he felt.
In fact Draco was so cold it was rumored by the students of Hogwarts, that even his heart had a thin layer of ice on it.
Due to this popular rumor Draco had been given the nickname,
Ice Prince.
You see, the Ice prince was always cold, his heart covered in ice.
Making his heart cold....making it so he was unable to love.
Although the Ice prince was very much loved by others, he could not feel love himself.
And as the rumor had it the Ice prince used to love, but every time his love had been shunned. His heart was rejected so many times, that it finally then refused to love.
The Ice prince could no longer risk letting his heart suffer anymore, with the fear that one day it might break completely. The Ice prince felt that he could no longer take the risk of loving someone, in fear of his heart being rejected once more.
So the Ice prince became cold, he pushed people away from him.
And every time he did...he became just a little bit colder, his heart would freeze just a little bit more.
And one day, an evil wizard named Voldermort heard of this rumor.
The thought made him laugh, so he did the most vile thing he could think of.
For what the Dark lord did....was cast a spell on the Ice prince.
The spell froze Draco completely. Making him go into an almost frozen slumber.
Voldermort left with this though.
"From this slumber you will not wake, for your heart of ice is the lock that confines you to this sleep. For only by true love's touch will you wake, their touch is the key. Only true love will be able to melt his heart of ice."
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"Harry?" Hermione asked sitting down next to the teen, on the couch.
"What" he asked glancing at her.
"Don't you find it rather strange...about what happened to Draco I mean."
"I guess, but it's not like I have any power over it Hermione. You heard what he said." Harry replied looking at the witch.
"Your right...after all...only true love can help him." she said with a frown. "But, Harry haven't you heard that story people tell about Draco?" she questioned.
With a sigh Harry replied, "of course I have, after all it might be even more popular then the stories people say about me."
"Do you think ....who did this because he knows that..Draco can't love?" she asked. Harry could tell she was worried.
"Probably, he's a sick bastard." he growled slightly.
Hermione looked down at her fingers which she found herself fiddling with.
"I'm worried about him for some reason though." she admitted.
"Why's that?" Harry questioned.
"I don't know...even after all the bad stuff Draco's done to us, this seems so harsh." she said.
Harry looked over at her again.
"But Hermione, you know Malfoy had something like this coming." he reminded.
She frowned and looked over to the fire.
"I know...but still...this doesn't seem fair, just because he's a brat sometimes doesn't mean you should make him suffer like this!" she said.
"Hermione" Harry offered gently seeing her anger.
"I know your worried...but you shouldn't be, after all Malfoy's got tons of girls who adore him...one of them has to match." he said putting his hand on hers in a comforting manor.
She let out a sigh.
"Your right Harry, well I should be going to bed then good night Harry." she said
"G'night" he replied watching her as she stood up and left.
Harry let out a heavy sigh and leant back on the couch.
His eyes drifted to the fire,and a small frown graced his face.
Hermione was getting to him...for some reason when he stared at the fire, he thought of Malfoy.
His freezing heart compared to the warmth of the fire. Hermione had been right, even if he was a spoiled brat sometimes...he didn't deserve this.
He used to laugh at the story people told about Draco.
Now....he found he couldn't even utter a simple chuckle at it. Now looking into the story for the first time.
Realizing....even though they gave Draco a new name...didn't mean that the things they said were made up.
They had been honest when they spoke of how he refused to love anyone. Harry never thought of it since Pansy had been going out with him.
But...now that he thought of it..he'd never seen Draco look happy around her.
Maybe his lack of love for things was the reason he acted like such a git sometimes.
Just to ensure that no one would get close to him.
Harry closed his eyes.
So the Ice prince would remain the Ice prince. And as the story said, not again have to suffer the pain of people's rejection.
Because if he did not love, there could be no rejection...there could be no pain.
Although Harry now hardly believed that was true.
Harry kept thinking about the blonde, as he felt the warm glow of the fire.
And suddenly felt guilty for it.
For enjoying the warmth when the blonde Slytherin had none.
He let out another sigh.
The whole night all Harry could think of was Draco.
TBC
just this idea it popped into my head please review