Chapter One - in which Draco takes a stroll

I love being at Hogwarts, not for the magic or the chance to express my dominance as a pure blood, but for the simple fact that snow always arrives here before anywhere else in the country. And along with that snow comes my favourite person. Jack Frost.

I'd first learnt about the mystical being when I had come across a book in my father's library titled 'Mythical Creatures, Legends from Around the World' where it spoke of a mischievous being that would spend its time turning the world to snow and frost during winter and making trouble wherever trouble was needed. The book went on to explain that the being can only be seen if you believe it is real.

I was very surprise next winter to be happening to think of the being in question when I should notice him frivolously running his staff across the lawn turning the due into a fine frost.

Since then every winter I've admired Jack Frost from afar, from the manner I used to see him in the gardens freezing the pond and frosting the holy bushes for Christmas. But I would always keep my distance, only watching from the window, in case my parents were watching and thought me odd as they did not believe and could not see him. But that was ok I liked just watching his seemingly feather light body skip through the garden and dance on the wind.

Today it is the first day of frost so I decide to skip breakfast and instead take a stroll through the grounds towards the lake and get away from all the noise of the hall, when I come across a familiar figure leaning against a tree. I've never seen him this close up before and am pleasantly surprised to find the mystical creature has a devilishly beautiful face, with eyes as blue a clear winter's sky and hair as white as snow. His moth is pulled into a whimsical smile and the tip of his nose is a faint red.

'Hey Jack,' I call, waving at him. He turns quickly at the sound of his name and looks at me all mirth leaving his boyish features. I wave walking in his direction. He turns to look behind him but only comes to face the frosted bark of the tree so he pokes his head round the trunk.

When he turns back to face me I am only a few feet away, hand-shaking-distance away.

'Hi,' I greet him again sticking my hand out to be shaken, 'I'm Draco.'

'You can see me?'

'No. I just like introducing myself to trees.' I replie with a sarcastic lilt to my voice.

'But no one's ever seen me before.'

'There missing out.' I smile cheekily.

Jack slowly reaches his hand to mine and gently clasps it.

'And I can touch you.'

'Mr Malfoy what are you doing?' I turn around as the presents of Snape's voice.

'I'm just out for a morning stroll Sir.'

The professor eyes me suspiciously, 'Classes start in ten minutes. You better get back to the school.' He says and swiftly turns heading back up the path.

I turn back to Jack but I'm left staring at only a heavily frosted fir tree`. I turn back and follow Snape back up the path to the school only mildly disappointed.