A/N: This was up before, but it was screwed with the formatting and such so I added a bit more and fixed the formatting problem. Thanks to all who reviewed before!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.

Warnings: None in this chap!

Dedications: Kiwii, I guess, cause she told me how to fix the formatting.

Prologue

The hidden sun valiantly attempted to break though the layer of heavy clouds before leaving them to their own and hiding behind the horizon. The stars quickly found their way to their respective places in the now empty sky, awaiting the moons appearance.

A lone figure slumped dejectedly onto the garden bench adorning the cement floor that was his terrace. He gazed stupidly at the stars, trying, as the sun had, to see the hidden stars. The door to the terrace opened and another figure wandered out. Spying him she swiftly and delicately settled on the bench beside him.

Following his miserable gaze, she too struggled to see past the thickness of the dark clouds, no doubt bearing the fruits of many days of labor, evaporating puddles and such, only to drop the burden on the land surrounding the large manor.

Tired of the starless clouds, he turned to look at her. Following his example, she stared into his stormy grey eyes, seemingly reflecting the sky above them, though the storm in his eyes was caused by his own inner turmoil. She smiled at him, hoping for one in return, receiving none. Undaunted, she quickly ducked under his arm and stole a kiss.

Pulling away, she grinned at him. He turned to look at her, his cheek still warm from her lips. She turned away, hugging herself, trying to warm herself from the impending deluge. He stared at her for a while, studying her cheeks, her eyes, her hair and finally, her lips. She turned back to look at him and he took a chance.
He quickly leaned in, wrapping his arms around her, then tenderly, pushed his lips against her.

The heavens opened above them, dropping its contents upon them, instantly soaking the pair and the ground around them. Still the kiss went on.
When they finally pulled apart, she looked up at him timidly. He smiled at her.

"Love you," she whispered to him.

"Love you too," he whispered back.

Draco Malfoy sat up in his warm bed. The dream still fresh in his memory, he climbed out of bed and tiptoed carefully to the adjoining bathroom. After splashing cold water on his face, much like the rain from his dream, he crawled back into his bed and fell asleep once again.

Not surprisingly, he didn't remember anything about his dream. He never did. Whether they woke him up or not, they never failed to lodge themselves into remote corners of his mind and forget themselves.

On this particular morning, he woke, dressed and padded barefoot through the manor to the dining room where he knew his mother would still be half sloshed from the night before. His father, as pleasant as he was, never failed to be missing for breakfast over the summer. Draco settled himself onto one of the high back chairs surrounding the black table. His mother gave him a half-hearted grunt and laid her head on her arm. He took no notice of this as he spooned some of the scrambled eggs onto his plate. Though his family was immensely rich, it was still his favorite breakfast food.

"I'll be down by the lake today, Mother," he told her, knowing she wouldn't remember and not really caring. She just grunted again without looking up at him. Not wanting to be with her any longer, he spooned another mouthful of eggs into his mouth and climbed out of his chair and out the side door to the lawn.