Chapter-1: A Broken Heart

I don't how you are gonna like the plot but this was the first story that I thought of writing. Well, I hope for the best.

Disclaimer: Maybe I don't own Harry Potter but I do own the plot.

Draco Malfoy was lying on the bed of his room in Malfoy manor trying to get some sleep but it was like he was unlikely to get any sleep tonight. Today was the worst day of his entire life. Because he got his mark today. And hell, it was not pleasant to say the least. As he lay on his bed, he he thought how his life came to this? How did his world turned so upside-down? When and why did all this happened? He knew the answer to that question very well. It was because of the Dark Lord's return in his fourth year. The Pothead brought the dead body of Cedric Diggory with him and was screaming the bloody hell that the Dark Lord was back. That was when and why everything started.

He didn't want to believe it but he knew quite well that Potter would never joke about this. Even if he thought Potter was a attention-seeker. That fateful night, he laid in his bed of his fourth year dorm trying to get some sleep. Like tonight, he didn't get any sleep then. He stayed awake and thought of the consequences of the Dark lord's return.

Draco still remember that night like it was yesterday. He was lying like tonight and thinking. Draco could hear his metallic heart break away by pieces and practically heard them clatter into the darkness as he thought of the destruction done by the Dark Lord. Funnily, he counted. Eight pieces. Weird. Wasn't it suppose to break in millions? So why eight? It wasn't like his lucky number was eight. Well, if someone is sane enough to think that breaking of own heart was anywhere near lucky. He chuckled at his own train of thought.

But why Eight? He again thought. To Draco at that time it was the most weird and difficult puzzle he ever came to know. As it was still now. Even though its been almost two years but Draco still had no answer to why Eight? That night in his fourth year as he thought if he was ever going to get his heart repaired. Would those pieces ever mend? As if God heard him, this question was answered the next day.

And the answer was yes. His heart would mend but how he still didn't get it. That night when he was thinking of the Dark Lord and his fate, he fell asleep near morning. He had a dream that night. He dreamt of someone with him that he never thought to see beside him. That girl. The girl who he hated with every fiber of his being. The girl who was always above him in every aspect. The girl who drove him insane for thinking how she actually managed to top him. He admired her even though he hated her.

But somehow he didn't know how but he stopped hating her. Maybe because she was the only source of comfort and peace to his troubled mind. Maybe because she was the only one I with whom he could have a intelligent conversation. Maybe because she was the only light in his darkness. Maybe because she was such a girl you can't hate for too long.

Whatever the reason was he was glad that he didn't hate her anymore. He still remembered how pretty she looked back in his fourth year on the night of Yule Ball. Both in reality and his dream. He still remembered because the dream was far too important for him to forget. And also because he still sometimes had this dream and he thought himself lucky for that.

He remembered her gliding down the Grand stairs wearing a pink periwinkle ball gown that hugged her delicate frame perfectly. Her dress was floaty from her waist and fell to her feet like waterfall. Her hair was tied up in tight bun with a loose strand of curl hanging over her shoulder. Some small stubborn locks were out of the bun and framed her face. She looked like a princess walking down the stairs in all her pride. He never looked at such a beautiful person before. He was spell-bidden by her pure beauty. He was standing near the gate leading to the Great Hall with Pansy Parkinson on his arm.

That whole night his eyes followed her every movement. Then he remembered drinking with his best friend Blaize Zabini and after that everything was blur to him. But he remembered something that he thought to be his imagination. Later that night he had dreamt about the Ball and her. Surprisingly, he saw that something in his dream clearly.

He was outside of the castle. The ground was covered in pure white snow. There was total silence except for the music that was heard from the inside of the Great Hall. The moon hung high smiling brightly at the night. Astonishing thing was that he was not alone. Another person was with him. Her. She was standing close to him and smiling widely at him that lit up her beautiful heart-shaped face. The moonlight shone over her dress and it sparkled. Snow was falling on her hair and eyelashes making her look like the Ice Princess. Her one had was on his hand and another over his shoulder. He found himself wrapping one arm around her tiny waist pulling closer to him and his other hand clutching her other hand.

They stood in a dancing position and moved slowly with the song. His grey eyes met her brown ones. He found himself drowning in that pool of chocolate that was her eyes. He forgot his surroundings and stared deep in her eyes. She too held his gaze; unwavering. His eyes took every small detail about her in while dancing. At one moment they were so close that they might...And he woke up. he forgot about the dream until he again dreamt the same on that night of the Dark Lord's return.

And that's how knew the answer. Because as his woke up the next day and the dream came to him, he felt his string tugging at his broken heart. He was not totally heartless. He felt the single piece of his heart as he thought about that dream.

He now lived only so that he could dream that dream again and see her when he went to school. Thinking all this, Draco felt himself physically and emotionally drained. He closed his eyes and instantly unconsciousness took over him and he drifted in the world of dreams. Dreams of himself and her dancing on the snowy ground.

Dancing with his princess...

His Hermione...

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This is the first chapter. You'll get to know about the Eight thingy on later chapters.

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