Foncé Nuit

Prologue: Black Graveyard

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. JRK does, and these are her characters. I am NOT taking credit for a thing.

Author's Note: Okay, first a warning: THIS IS SLASH! S-L-A-S-H (male/male relationship) If this kind of thing makes you uncomfortable, then turn back! I will NOT accept flames of any kind about this! You've been warned. Also there ARE **OoTP** spoilers. So please read with caution!!!!

Now, this romance will most likely be slow moving. I am going to do my best to make it as realistic as possible. Remember Harry and Draco hate each other. You can't expect them to fall in love by chapter 2 ^-^ But this fic WILL get there! I swear on my life *g* Enjoy!

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Too much time has passed by to

lament that we were deeply in love

The wind keeps blowing, while my heart

cannot heal all the tears in it ~*"The Real Folk Blues"

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"Was it worth it, Potter?" he thought bitterly as he stared hatefully across the cloudy sky. There was only one thing that mattered to the furious Death Eater right now. It was the little, dark tombstone lying right next to his feet. And there only one word mattered. The word that was engraved in a fancy script, and seemed to light up the foggy graveyard: Potter. "Potter, I can't believe how foolish you are." The blond man snapped, "I still can't believe it, even after all of this happened between us."

The graveyard looked so forbidden, and terrible. The fog and the darkness seemed to stretch on forever and ever. Was it Hell on Earth? Perhaps it was. Yet, the person standing there amongst the tombs, made the place even more terrifying then it actually was. It was his mere presence that made it Hell.

The Death Eater looked around the darkness carefully, because he had to make sure he wasn't being watched. He didn't seem to mind that the graveyard was deserted and it was midnight. It wasn't at all an appropriate time to be there amongst dead people, yet nothing mattered anymore. "Damn." He muttered under his breath, "I shouldn't be here, after what happened. But somehow-"

His gray eyes flashed angrily, and he started to swear about how pitiful life was. The Dark Mark on his arm was growing painful, and it seemed to have become a burden. It was a heavy burden, because of Potter. As the lightening flashed, he continued with his ranting, "I hate you, Potter. I am glad you know that now. I never felt anything but hate toward you. Hate. Nothing more. Nothing less."

Suddenly, it started to rain hard and a distant clash of thunder was heard. Did the weather always reflect people's feelings like this? The cold rain pounded roughly on his back, but he refused to react to it. There was no need to. It was just rain after all, and there were much more important things at hand. Such as Potter. Worthless, sweet, angelic Potter.

One strand of white-blond hair fell in his eyes, and he brushed it away resentfully as he continued to stare at the grave. "Damn you, Potter. You just had to be so noble about everything, now didn't you? You always had that foolish Gryffindor Bravery. It proved to be your downfall did it not?"

The gravestone and that one word Potter seemed to stare hatefully back in his face. The blonde man's gray eyes turned away and there was pain written all over his face as he snarled, "You had a chance to live, but you lost it. I could have given you everything that you wanted, but you threw it all away. How could you, insignificant bastard!"

Yet even though his eyes were filled with fury and betrayal, the Death Eater did one thing that seemed to contradict his surroundings. Out of his cloak he removed a single red rose, and dropped it onto the grave. "Till we meet again."