"Draco?"
A bob of messy black hair stood in the crack of the door and Draco Malfoy, sick with the cold, suddenly felt warmer than he had in days. "Harry! You came to see me?"
"Of course! I…" The young Dark Heir hesitated, "I missed you, Draco." Jade green eyes hid themselves behind a fringe of raven black hair. "I didn't get a letter and you didn't come to the meeting today so I got worried about you and, and, yea." He finished lamely, not knowing exactly what to say. He had never had to express true emotions so it was difficult.
"Harry," Draco was smirking and Harry bit his lip nervously, "Come here, my Prince."
A smile brushed at Harry's lips, loving the nickname that his friend had graced him with. He went over to his friend's side and wiped the damp blonde locks from his forehead. "Yes, my Knight?"
"I missed you too." Draco took Harry's hand and kissed it softly. He did this every time he saw Harry, knowing it got him riled up. And like all the other times, it worked.
Harry was blushing and noticed how Draco's lips lingered on his hand. "A-Are you feeling better?"
Draco smiled, letting go of his hand, "Yea, I feel much better. But I will have to ask my father if I'm well enough to play with you." Harry bit his lip and nodded solemnly. He knew it would come down to it.
"Well," He searched for the right words, "I'll go get him and father so we can play!" He ran towards the door and on a second thought ran back to Draco and kissed him on the forehead. "Father said a kiss from someone who loves you will make anything bad go away. So get better my Knight." He raced out of the room.
"Father," An eleven year old Harrison James Potter walked into the room waving a simple off white envelope, "I got my Hogwart's letter just now." He strolled carelessly to where Lord Voldemort sat and handed the letter to him. Taking a seat across from his father, Harry waited for some sort of reply or acceptance as to what was to come.
Lord Voldemort stayed silent, flipping the letter between his fingers. He knew it would happen soon, but he had wished that he would've been given more time with his son before he sent him off.
Harry coughed politely, "Father, Draco is going so I won't be alone. And I also heard from the inner circle that Crabbe and Goyle are sending their sons, as is Nott and Parkinson is sending his daughter.
"Yes, I was told as well. It's not that that I'm worried about though. It's Dumbledore." Voldemort spit the words out with such vile revulsion.
"O' Dumble's doesn't worry me father." Harry smiled, trying to let his father know that he was okay with being in a castle with the barmy Headmaster. "And he never found out what happened to me, right? So, we can get a leeway from the inside. I can find out his deepest thoughts and his plans. Please father, I need to be with Draco. And it would be a valuable access point for me to learn more and to recruit!" He was getting desperate now. He needed to convince him that he could go.
"Draco can do just as well as you can, so why should I let you go into that death trap?" Voldemort questioned with a leer.
Harry flinched, knowing it was true. "I trust Draco with my life, and you know it. But, please father, please this is the one thing I want more than anything." Harry looked at his father with sheer desire in his eyes.
Voldemort stood abruptly. Threw the letter down on the table and stormed to the door. Harry flinched and shook his head. An heir can't cry, he thought, I can never cry.
"Go fire call Malfoy and ask him to take you to Diagon Alley to pick up what you need for school." With that Lord Voldemort left the room. One thought on his mind: his son was learning how powerful feelings can be, and someday it would be his downfall, as it had been his.
The real war had begun.