Cold

By

Sannikex

Prologue

A/N: Hello, this is a story that just popped into my head when I listened to "I'm still here". First it was just going to be a song fic but it developed as I wrote it and will be a chaptered story. This will probably not be updated regularly until I have finished Angel of Music (which won't be delayed because of this story). Once again not beta-ed!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything!

I hope you'll enjoy your reading!

October 1997

The offspring of the two darkest families in the wizarding world. A bearer of the name that was followed by shudders and uneasy glances. A name followed by assumptions. The name of Malfoy and Death Eater made no difference. All Malfoys were faithful followers of Voldemort, that was common knowledge.

Talk about prejudices, they say they don't have them and befriends werewolves and half-breeds, outcast and mudbloods without batting an eye, but Malfoys are always bad and evil. End of discussion. With a sneer he wondered what they would say if they saw his unmarked forearms.

I am a question to the world

Not an answer to be heard

He had just received a letter from his father with the joyous news that he would be initiated this night.What was he going to answer? Great, Father, just what I've always wanted. Crawling at the feet of a mudblood.

And what do you think you'd ever say

I won't listen anyway

You don't know me

And I'll never be what you want

He would probably be killed if his father knew about his doubts. The love of a parent is like no else...

You can't take me and throw me away

There was a time when he had believed his Father's every word. He had looked forward to this day when he would join his Master's followers and fulfill his duty as a pureblood. But his father had lied to him. Deceived him since he was born. It had all been a lie. His whole life had not been real.

I want a moment to be real

Wanna touch things I don't feel

Wanna hold on and feel I belong

He didn't belong anywhere, not among the Death Eaters, not among the Slytherins, not in his family, not on the "light side". He was nothing until he chose a side.

And how can the world want me to change

They're the ones that stay the same

They don't know me

There was one human on this earth who actually knew him. His only friend. Ironically she belonged to the "light side", belonged to the Gryffindors, belonged to her large family. Belonged to Potter. A stab of jealousy hit him. His friend was no one else but Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter's girlfriend. She was the only one who would care about what he chose. Truly. His Father, of course, cared about what he chose but he didn't care about his son and he didn't know that he doubted at all.

You see the things they never see

All you wanted I could be

Now you know me and I'm not afraid

And I want to tell you who I am

But lately his feelings for Ginny had changed. He was in love with her. It was droll actually, a Malfoy, in love, upon that with a Weasley! Impossible. But she would never be his. And he would never be anyone's. Not his father's, Voldemort's or hers. He would be his own.

They can't tell me who to be

'Cause I'm not what they see

The world is still sleeping

While I keep on dreaming for me

And their words are just whispers and lies

That I'll never believe

Rising from his table he went over to the Gryffindor table. The silence spread over the hall when he reached Potter and his girlfriend. He threw a piece of parchment in front of the raven-haired wizard."Voldemort and his Death Eaters will be there tonight. There's a map so you won't be able to get lost. They'll be initiating new followers." Baffled all students stared at the scene before them. Suddenly the blonde grasped Ginny Weasley's wrist and drew her up. For a moment he just stared at her before pressing his lips to hers in a short urgent kiss. The he spun around and left the hall while silence still remained. The subject was still popular among the student body at breakfast the following morning but the cheery gossiping silenced as the post arrived. On the front page of the paper was a picture of the discussed boy beneath the headline:

Draco Malfoy dead in flying accident

The only son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, 17, tragically passed away in a flying accident late this night. Draco who entered his seventh year a month ago was by his way to meet his father at a meeting when he in the dark flew right into a tree. The Daily Prophet gives their deepest condolences to the Malfoys.

Continuation on page 14

Shocked Ginny lowered the paper. The boy who had kissed her yesterday was dead. She could still feel his lips pressed against hers but he didn't exist anymore. Her friend was gone.

A/N: Feel free to tell me what you thought! The lyrics are from the song "I'm still here" from Treasure Planet.