AN: Malfoy's point of view and it starts with a DREAM.
Everything was white. As far as I could see, and more snow was beginning to fall. I reached out a hand, trying to catch a snowflake, only to have to melt at my touch. I stared at the ground, watching everything around me get swallowed by the snow. A silent killer, the snow, consuming everything it came in contact with. Seemingly more powerful then any spell even Dumbledore could perform. Is was then, as I realized this, that I felt very cold and even more alone.
I started to walk forward; hoping that something, anything would look familiar. Unfortunately for me, nothing did.
"Is anyone there?" I called into the swirling streams of snow, a light echo following. But no response came. I walked father on, still in the hope of finding something yet knowing that I would find nothing.
Then, out of the blue, came a figure, clad in all black. I started to walk faster. I tried calling out to the figure but they made no response, I wasn't even sure if they had heard me.
"Hello." I called out again. Now that I was closer to the figure I see them more clearly. They were tall, probably taller than me. And they had dark brown hair, which stuck out against the white of the snow, not that they didn't already stand out given their choice in clothing.
When we were almost face-to-face the figure turned to me and nodded once. It was strange; even though I was so close to the person I could not see their face.
"Are you cold Malfoy?" I knew the voice. I could almost see who it went with, but couldn't. I stood there for a moment before shaking my head, no. I may have been cold, heck, I could have been frozen from the neck down, but there was no way that I was going to let on. A Malfoy never shows weakness, and being cold is being weak.
The figure shook their head and laughed slightly. "You're a liar, you know that?" Even though I couldn't see it, I knew that they were smirking. I grew angry, but my anger turned to shock when the figure said, "Well, I'll fix your being cold." The figure then took a couple steps towards me and leaned their head in until their forehead was against mine. They then put their hand on my shoulder and leaned in, their lips brushing my own.
A shock went through me. I felt warm and light, as though I could fly without my broom.
After a moment the kiss was broken but the warmth on my lips was still there. I slowly opened my eyes while wishing that they hadn't stopped. I looked to the person across from me and my eyes grew wide with distress.
"Do you fell better now? Or are you still cold?"
I raised my hand and pressed them against my lips I looked at my hand for a moment, suspended in the air, before dropping it again to my side.
"Potter?" I questioned, my voice barely audible. He laughed at me again and smiled.
"Well who else would it be?" He then leaned his head in again and kissed me.
I sat up with a start, my heart beating out of my chest. My eyes quickly scanned the room, looking at everything. Slowing my breathing calmed. I was sitting in my room, the dawn not yet broken. Everyone else was still asleep. I shook me headyingying to clear the mess inside it. After a moment of sitting in the dark I got up and walked to the bathroom. I splashed some water on my face and looked at the face staring back at me in the mirror. "What the hell is going on in my head?"
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