Authors Notes: The story title is inspired by a poem called Fire & Ice written by Robert Frost. However it has really nothing to do with this story except to give me the inspiration for a story title.

A Typical Morning At Malfoy Manor..

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Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling and her publishers I do not own these people I wish I did I just own the situation they are in.. No Copyright infringement is intended.

Fire & Ice written by Robert Frost.

Fire & Ice

Written By Alexaviera. J. Raven

Fire And Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

~Robert Frost~

Chapter Two: Fire

Draco POV:

I wake up as I do every bloody morning to the sound of that damn alarm clock and I try again to block out the sound by covering my head with my pillow and covers. I swear mother has charmed it to ring louder this time around. Thank you Mother for your torture of your only son and heir.

Don't get me too wrong, I know how the rules and yes there are rules in the Malfoy household. Anyways, I know the rules and the most important( and in my opinion stupidest) rule is that all members of the Malfoy family awaken at five A.M. And be down at breakfast by no later than Five fifteen. OR ELSE...

It doesn't matter what day of the week it is either, not in the slightest. Five Fifteen,and if you don't attend.. Well I don't want to wonder how it would go. I only once was a minute late and my Mother boxed my ears and still mentions it time to time. That was back when I was four, I'm Seventeen now. A grown man in the eyes of the Ministry and our laws, a man who despite that is afraid of his Mother a small bit of her hexing you.

Alright yes I admit it, I am afraid of my Mum sometimes. As it is it's her stupid ludicrous idea and innate if not insane notion that waking up at five am brings us closer as a family. That the act of dragging our asses out of bed where were are comfortably sleeping on our silk sheets and with our expensive down feather pillows (Made from genuine down from the underbelly of a Hippogryff and believe me I've had a few nights of remembering my incident with Butt crack or whatever that blasted overlarge bird thing was named.) To come and sit bleary eyed as mother for the life of me,as I have no idea how she does it truly and I am sure I really don't want to know,is smiling happily without a single sign of wiriness.

In fact the woman is happy that early in the morning and seems to be buzzing about when I can barely lift my head and say good morning. If she wasn't my mother I think I would hex her. Hex her horribly as she interrupted a very good dream...

Yes, it was a very good dream,very Slytherinish... and no bloody way before you think I dream of my bald founding father of Slytherin, By Salazar he sure wasn't handsome at all unless you go for that bald waspish look. No my dream was dirty,very sexual and if I told anyone especially if Father found out,I know I'd be carted off to St Mongo's for a long extended rest in the Psycho ward. that or Avada'ed because of it.

Actually I wonder if they have an opening at St Mongo's as I know they wouldn't make me wake up at this ungodly hour of the day. Okay it was about a girl, yes a girl no make that a woman and no I'm not Gay I'm extremely straight as an arrow and unbending. It's who the woman was that has me a bit perplexed.

You may wonder why, I will tell you. She's a dark fantasy a forbidden desire and a pain in my ass since I first saw her on the very first day at school. She's like the fly in my ointment and the lemon juice in my paper cuts. Needless to say in the light of day I cannot bloody well stand her,but at night.

Oh at night all that falls away as does the bushy brown mop of hair and it turns into fine silk russet curls that I have no choice but to run my fingers through. Her eyes aren't just brown I have noticed and every night I see them looking at me, watching them back pink parted lips turned to scarlet red, her lips and mouth so hot against mine.

Fire

At night I'm on fire as I close the distance between us,as I dream about the shape of her bum, the arching of her neck, the curve of her breasts,the way we fit together in the most primal dance of all. The sex in the air as we move, grind,her moans in my ear fueling me on. the way we posses eachother, the feeling of her in my arms afterwards. I wake up as it ends every time, every time in a sweat that covers my body, and a raging hard on that could tent a whole clan of Weasley's.

Yes think of Weasley and how disgusting he is and how poor he is and calm the hell down. I am your master I command you to not get aroused by this. Traitor wanting that knowing we can't succumb to that lust. Traitorous body,if it wasn't so serious I might have a laugh at it all really.

It's going to be hell this year I tell myself as I get dressed and go down to meet my Mother and Father in the dining room. Again I must reiterate, I hate this damn time of the day it really is way too early and yet it's cool not so hot yet out, the sun rising and yes focus on this blasted morning and Father's ignoring us for the Prophet and coffee. Some screwed up daily routine in which we are as Mother tries to make us, interact as a family. I get dressed look in the mirror but I wonder who is staring back these days. So many questions I don't have the answers to anymore.

What happened and why? What changed things? Why the hell do I want her so damn much? Am I going crazy? How the hell did that woman begin to affect me like this, did she hex me? Put a spell on me? Why can't I stop thinking about her? I need to get laid and wipe those images from my mind. In the waking hours I need to stop thinking about her.

I'm handsome no doubt that is evident and I can have any woman I want wetting her knickers with just a glace and a smile.. Any woman except one, except the one I want. I must really be crazy, is it lust? Not quite partially I guess as I am a teenager after all. But what else? What else would make me feel this way? There is more than lust and hormones and it scares me to admit that. I can't love her, I like her I have come to respect her in a way but never love.

Malfoy's don't fall in love with bushy haired know it all Granger's.

And yet, I feel protective of the witch,I feel desire and passion between us and I feel like I need to take another cold shower but somehow I also know it won't take this feeling away from me,dampen it but not remove it. Remove it like an virus or an infection.

I arrive at the usual time and take my seat, as I do so I see mother glares at where I suppose my Fathers face would be if the blasted paper wasn't covering it. She looks disappointed and I give her a sympathetic look.

"Good Morning Draco, Lucius you could at least say good morning to our son"

Narcissa snaps as she then sighs quietly and goes to sip her tea ladylike from her bone china tea cup and then she after a moment smiles to hide the pain. To hide the disappointment in those blue gray eyes of hers.

I can see it though, the pain and disappointment as I nod when Tippy pours my Coffee and my breakfast appears on the table before me. I hear the rustle of the paper as he turns a page and I stare down a moment at my eggs trying not to bolt up and rip the paper out of his hands and setting it on blaze, Lucius could at least pretend to acknowledge that there are other people present.

"Good Morning Draco."

Lucius says lowering the paper for a moment to look at me then to send a look at Mother before he lifts it back again, after a moment he folds up the paper and looks down at his plate and calls for Zippy.

"These eggs are cold bring me more,Never mind I don't have the time."

With this he tells the house elf in not a shout but a voice laced with much disappointment and anger but in a way that is soft and commanding. It's mostly a snarl as he then turns his head to look at Mother and replies.

"I'll be home late again Narcissa,more incompetence from that Weasley, how they allow his sort to head a department I will never know.. "

This is how Father says goodbye to Mother as he gets up and walks over to the fireplace and throws in the floo powder.

"Ministry of Magic"

He then disappears into the green flames. I sit quietly a moment before I look over at my Mother who is staring at the fireplace with a sad expression in her eyes. Her mouth is in a small frown and I wonder why she puts up with him. Why she let's him treat her this way. Not even a proper goodbye. I know that their marriage had not been one arranged as most Pure bloods are, that there had been love there at least on my Mother's end of things. I see her rise up as she does and walk over towards the Fireplace and for a moment runs her perfectly manicured fingernails along the mantle. I hear the sniffling but she sheds no tears as she is deep in thought.

As this is going on Zippy is in the corner banging her head against the wall punishing herself. I fold up my napkin and walk over towards my Mother as I do I stop a moment to take it all in. This is so surreal to me, the daily routine and yet always I wonder why? Why does she do this to herself,to me, to Zippy who falls down unconscious from banging her head. I will attend to her after I attend to Mother. One of these days I am going to rip that paper and tell him he needs to treat his wife better.

This makes me never want to treat my own wife and children this way,makes me not want to marry in fact,yet I know someday I will. If this is love, really and truly do I want it? Do I want to be like him, leave my wife in disarray and close to tears like this? I know this isn't normal and I know I would never do such a thing. It sickens me that I used to want to be like my Father, like him in all ways.

"Why do you let him do it Mother? Treat you like this? Ignore you like this?"

I can't stop the words as they come out of my mouth as I place a hand on her shoulder and look at her, she turns and hugs me and I smooth down her hair as I hear her sob now, I know she's crying and I do my best to comfort her. I do this daily, this is my routine and why I hate waking up this early so much.

This is why I know I can't be in love with Granger, why I can;t risk feeling that way. I know that Mother straightens up and somehow doesn't look at all like she shed a tear though the front of my shirt tells otherwise. She sits down to breakfast and her tea and tries to seem cheerful as the sun now has come up and the glorious rose garden is alive with light. I calm down as I watch her a moment then I go over to Zippy an bandage her head and clean up her tea towel and make sure she is not dead.

The room fills with light as I return to my seat and my coffee and eat my eggs that are cold without a complaint. I could warm them with my wand but somehow as I raise my wand to do it, I see Zippy's awake and decide not to do so. Besides it's not so bad.

"Thank you Zippy,could you please bring me some more Coffee?"

I ask politely as I know the thing has already been through her morning ritual of beating herself senseless.

"Yes, Thank you Master Draco"

The elf disappears with a pop and I give out a sigh of relief as if I have been holding my breath somewhat. I'm not going to admit I am as idealistic as Granger and want to free my house elves, however I think that Father should treat his better. Freeing house elves and giving them clothes and wages when they don't desire it?Lunacy.. Yet there are times I wish that I didn't have to witness the creature punish herself and lay broken all because her master, because she does so without a thought to please him, even when he is not here to witness it. It's sick I admit it.

"My son what is troubling you?"

Mother asks this,as I take a breath and let it out slowly. I'm not sure I should tell her, really I know that she would take the news a lot better than my Father would,but what do I tell her exactly?

Well it begins with the fact I think I'm falling in love with a Muggle born witch, and not just any Muggle born but Hermione Granger, the best friend to Harry Pothead,The boy who must get a life and stop ruining mine and that I wish she was here with me right now,smiling and in your place. I want to free Zippy and allow her some sort of life that doesn't mean her beating the shit out of herself for Father's benefit where he never notices or cares anyways, I want him to treat you better, to acknowledge what you sacrifice for him.

I say nothing for a moment as I rub my temples and try to find something else to say, something that won't make her look at me the way she is right now.

"I woke up with a headache today, I'm sorry I've not been more pleasant company Mother, so would you like to go shopping with me today?"

the words are out of my mouth before I regret them. Shopping, with my Mother.. horror of horrors.. I really must be mental after all. I however see her smile and get excited as she now eats and I know I chose the right words. Chose the right thing to say to her. She begins chattering on how she wants a new makeover and how she wants to get her hair done and all the things a bloke doesn't want to hear about, however I let it be and half listen as I nod appropriately and I know what she is doing, she wants to surprise Father and maybe make him look at her again.

Mother is a very attractive woman who is slender with waist length blonde hair and sea blue eyes, many tell me I resemble her more than my Father and I can see it,however sometimes it's embarrassing to be told these things, I am a bloke not a girl. I for a moment run a hand through my hair and realize I need a haircut as well and maybe a manicure, my nails are clean but need to be filed a bit. I am after all a Malfoy and it looks presentable to the world. It's a pure blood thing manicures on men and women just makes us feel more presentable. Also I can't say I don't like the attention the women give me as they seem to swoon over me as I get my nails done. As I get my hair done,cut and styled and get pampered a bit. I know I deserve it every now and then.

Besides the waiting room always has hot girls and I could just talk to one of them, maybe get a few dates, done that before and it always made me feel better in the end, even if I don't remember their names by the end of our heavy shagging sessions. I light up a fag and hear my mother groan as she shakes her head at me.

I know she hates it and yet it calms me down, if it wasn't for the fag against my lips right now who knows what I would do. It's a morning thing really,like ritual like a soothing balm to my soul. All that from a cigarette,abet a muggle cigarette to boot even. I guess there are worse vices than a daily cigarette at breakfast. I don't smoke all the time just one at Breakfast and I know that it displeases Mother but she concedes to allowing me to do so without much protest.

I know Granger wouldn't she'd slap it out of my mouth and tell me how bad it is, how that I am harming my health and that it makes my breath stink, turns my teeth yellow and causes is if she cared about me at all. Maybe she'd do it even if she didn't like me because she has this honor code, Gryffindor thing where she has to help people. But sometimes i wonder if it's Gryffindor code or how she feels truly.

"You know it's not good for you to do that Draco, not at all and yet I know you are of age. I wish that.."

Mother begins and pauses as she seems to be in thought for the moment and choosing her words carefully. I look at her excepting the next words as well, knowing that it's like clockwork.

"I don't want to get married yet, I'm only Seventeen and in my last year of school."

I finish for her and she blinks in surprise for a moment then she nods as if she is yet defeated. Her next words however surprise me as she takes a sip of her tea and she replied.

"But there is someone who has captured your heart isn;t there? I can tell. You have to bring her to lunch or tea sometime Draco. I won't be upset I promise you no matter who you have chosen to give your heart to."

I for a moment have a coughing fit as I put out the fag and drink a bit of my coffee. As I do so I see her looking at me with a grin, not a creepy grin or smirk but a actual lights up your face grin that shows she is happy for me.

Mother's how do they know these things? Maybe I'll ask Granger sometime as I have no clue.

"You cannot help who you fall in love with,it's there or it isn't Draco. You know how I feel about all this nonsense your Father was raised with. How I feel about ignoring Andy."

Yes, I know how she feels about ignoring her older sister, the one and only Andromeda Tonks Nee Black who married a muggle born and I have a cousin named Nymphadora from their marriage. I know full well she'd not be angry to how I feel about Granger, but honestly how do I really feel? I'm not even sure if I'm in love with Hermione. I mean Granger, not Hermione.. Hermione brings me erotic fantasies screaming her name in pleasure, Granger is safer for me to say and think, Granger sounds more like a old pair of boots or something harmless.

An owl comes and drops me off a letter and I smile for the first time today in happiness as I remove the Head Boy badge from the letter and show it to my Mother who is excitedly clapping her hands and read the letter from the school. I made Head Boy as I knew I was going to, I look to see who the Head girl is, just to confirm what I already assume to know but it's not there and I give a sigh of relief. Head Boy of Slytherin Draco Aden Scorpius Severus Malfoy.

This is news to be happy about. However it also means I get to spend a year rooming and sharing space with Hermione Granger, part of me is happy about this and that part needs to calm down before I stand up, the other dreads it knowing that it maybe suffering on my part. She hates me, that Granger hates me so much, I know I haven't been nice to her. Maybe I should show her who I really am not what she thinks she knows.

Maybe maybe even make her love me..