The Heart's Desire
Chapter One: Harsh life, Sweet Memories.
Draco woke up in a cold sweat, shaking all over. His nightmares were becoming more and more realistic. He looked round his bedroom. Everything looked the same, green and silver furniture near the fire place. A dark green rug at the end of his bed. To the right of his bed was a large bookcase holding mountains of books. To the left of his bed was his large mahogany wardrobe. At either side of his bed were large glass windows, the dark green curtains slightly open to reveal the morning sun rising.
He swung his legs out of bed and held his head in his hands and breathed in slowly. Standing up, he kicked his shoes away. He had stripped down to his boxers the night before and not bothered were his clothes had landed. Draco grumbled to himself. Another morning awake before the rest of the household. He grabbed a fresh towel from the cupboard and headed to the bathroom.
The hot water quickly steamed up the bathroom as it streamed down from the showerhead. Draco stepped in and allowed the water to run over his body. He rubbed his face and began to wash his pale blond hair. After spending 15 minutes in the shower, he turned the water off and stepped out onto the stone floor. He grabbed the towel and tied it round his waist. He then headed out to his room.
Draco pulled on some boxers and a pair of dark jeans. He rubbed the towel through his hair and threw it aside. After pushing some hair out of his face, he headed to the large curtains and pulled them open. The light flooded his room, but nothing seemed brighter. Draco walked to his wardrobe and pulled out a crisp white shirt. He pulled it over his slim body and buttoned leaving the first few undone. He rolled up his sleeves and pulled on some socks and shoes. He then grabbed a book from his bedside table and headed down towards the dining room, hoping the house elves had started breakfast.
Draco arrived at the large black doors that opened to a dark dining room. In front of him was a long black wooden table that seated over 20 people. There were portraits on the back wall showing old family members. The room was beautiful and elegant to those who visited, but to Draco, it was just another room. As Draco walked down towards the large fireplace, food and drink began to appear on the table. He seated himself and began to pile food onto his plate.
Draco was deep into reading when the house elves came to clear away his plate. He had not noticed when his mother had entered the room and towered over him. She cleared her throat to bring Draco's attention away from his book.
Draco looked at his mother and gave her a light smile. She was wearing a simple black dress and a set of black boots. Her blond/black hair pulled back into a modern 1940s style. She wore little make up, but enough to show off her features. She wore little jewellery; a small silver chain with a small emerald and her wedding ring. Narcissa Malfoy did not need to exaggerate her features or look because she was already so beautiful.
"Draco dear, I am going to Diagon Alley today. Your father has matters to sort out at the Ministry. Would you join me and we can pick up your school things. Oh...and have you replied to the letter you got about your position as Head Boy. I am so proud you have been given the title." Draco listened intently and placed his book down. His mother sat opposite him.
"Yes mother, I would love to join you. And as for the letter, I replied a few days ago. I have accepted the title as Head Boy, unfortunately Professor Dumbledore hasn't mentioned who is going to be Head Girl" Draco wasn't really fussed about being Head Boy, but he knew it would make his mother happy and would keep his father off his back.
"Excellent. Well we shall be leaving in an hour. I have some things to sort out before we leave. I will see you dear." Narcissa grabbed a drink of orange juice and swiftly left the dining room, leaving Draco to his silent breakfast.
Not long after, Lucius walked into the Dining room. Draco shoved his book down and sat up straight. Lucius glared at his son from across the table. Draco said and did nothing but glared back at his father. He wore a black suit and a carried a black cane which had the head of a snake on top. His hair was as pale as Draco's and his piercing eyes were a harsh deep brown, almost considered black. His face was not sharp but his features were well defined. Lucius said nothing to his son. Draco excused himself and started to walk out of the dining room.
Draco went straight to his room and flung himself on his dark green sofa. He looked at the clock and moaned only 9:30 another half an hour before he and his mother would be leaving for Diagon Alley.
Draco looked at a letter that had been sent out to all the seventh year students of Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The list of items needed was long and would be very expensive, but being from a rather wealthy family, money was no problem for Draco. He went to his wardrobe and looked at his school robes, tattered, torn, faded and stained. He was in dire need of new robes.
He looked inside his old school cloak and found a small piece of parchment. A small smile peered on his lips as he remembered what it was. He unfolded it to reveal a poem. He read it allowed:
A brazen Chill, A towering Fire, A monolith of diamond, the Atmosphere above, each one dull as a whetstone compared to the shining grace I see within you. Each time I see your brilliance I shiver with glee and trepidation in expectation of what is to come, will it be soft kisses or the harsh bite of roaring fire. Each is as bitter sweet as the last.
Your face pale and magnificent like a far off shore of some paradise. Your lips light and soft like a Blazing Star in summer. Eyes glisten like the dew upon the morn. Each farewell is sorrowful and also an adventure as we journey back to one another. Car, Horseback, Broomstick anything just to be by your side.
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Draco thought long and hard but couldn't think of who had written it, but it was beautiful and warm. It gave his heart reason to beat and put him in a rather good mood. He walked over to his book case and pulled out a large and dusty book, he opened it and placed the poem within. With his head in the clouds, Draco was brought back to the bitterness of his life when the clock struck the hour. He closed the book and put it back in its place. He then grabbed the list of items and his light jacket and headed out of his room, down the dark staircase and towards the entrance, where he found his mother pulling on her fur coat. She smiled at him and together they both apparated to Diagon Alley.
