Of Fire and Ice

A/N- ::gives everyone who reviewed three chocolate chip cookies:: Ok, I changed this a little more than the last one. The song I used fits über well now, and I am very proud of said fact. And no, this is NOT going to become a song fic. I just add songs, poems, prose and whatnot if it fits. And this fits. Capishe? Now, on with the story.

Chapter 2. What to Forget By

"Once upon a year gone by

she saw herself give in

every time she closed her eyes

she saw what could have been

well nothing hurts and nothing bleeds

when covers tucked in tight

funny when the bottom drops

how she forgets to fight... to fight"

Draco sat down across from his father. The long desk should have made them feel miles apart, but to Draco, it was as if Lucius was breathing down his collar.

"I'm here, father." said Draco, in a deceptively calm voice. He knew what he had to do. "What was it you wanted to talk to me about?" He asked the question, though he was ready for its answer.

"Draco," His father said after a long pause. "You are growing older. No matter how much I wish it, you are not the repulsive youth you used to be. You are a teenager now. Almost an adult." Draco couldn't help but raise and eyebrow at this. His father, acknowledging him as something more than a teething three year old? Lucius looked sharply at him. "You are surprised at my statement. You did not think that you would someday grow up in this household?" Draco raised his eyebrow again. Lucius ignored him and went on. "Like it or not, we must both accept the fact that you are ready.

Draco sat up straighter. This was it. He was ready. Lucius continued. "Our master is back, son. And he needs helpers. I am asking you right now to join the death eaters." Then Lucius thought back on his statement. "Actually, I don't ask you to join us. First I will ask if you would like to join us." Suddenly his voice went from honey to venom. "And don't even think of lying, bastard. I will know if you do."

Draco looked his father square in the eye, took a deep breath, and said "Father, I would be honored to join the death eaters. I will uphold my duty with respect, and I will be willing to die for the cause." There, he had said it.

For a moment, a look of pleasure spread across his father's face. Then, without warning, his face contorted and he sprang up. "YOU LIE!" He roared, his eyes burning with an orange fire, a fire of hate. He pulled out his wand and brandished it in Draco's direction.

Draco, not knowing what else to do, ducked down on the ground, and tried to get under the table. There was a bang, and the sound of crashing glass. Then, silence. The words cut through the silence like a burning fire, leaving scars hanging in the air. The last thing Draco remembered was the flood of green light, and the look on Lucius Malfoy's face as he killed his only son.

Draco woke up in a start, cold sweat dripping down his face. Groping for the lamp, he hit his hand and swore softly. Finally, he found the switch and a soft glow filled the room. Crabbe was snoring in the bed next to his, and Goyle was murmuring in to himself in his sleep across the room.

Slowly, Draco turned back over on his side, knowing that his father would come back to haunt him in his dreams; knowing he would not be able to rest peacefully again tonight... maybe not ever. "I don't CARE" he whispered fiercely into his pillow. "I WILL be like father. I WILL become a death eater." With those words, he closed his eyes, and fell into an uneasy sleep.

(~*~)

I reported on time for detention once again. Damn my brothers, getting me in trouble like this. How could I stand this for two more days? I stepped into the classroom and saw Malfoy standing in the corner, with a sullen look on his face. He allowed me one evil looking glower before returning his vision to the brick wall beside him. McGonagall rushed into the room two minutes late and sent us straight to work. Malfoy and I didn't talk at all that night, until the very end of detention.

It happened when I had my back to Malfoy, and was putting the mop away in the broom closet. Suddenly, the hair on the back of my neck prickled, and a wave of heat seemed to fill the room. I knew immediately that someone was watching me. Not Draco though... Someone else. Someone that I knew. My heart began to pound wildly. I knew this feeling all too well, it haunted me at night. I didn't want to turn, to find his gaze again, but I had to. It was pulling me, drawing me to it. Squeezing my eyes shut and bracing myself for the pain, I spun around to see... Malfoy, starting intently at his left forearm, a look of intensity in his eyes. Relief flooded me... along with the tiniest feeling of regret. I brushed that away, not allowing myself to think about it. Instead, I focused on Malfoy. "What are you doing?" Malfoy hurriedly pulled his sleeve down.

"I'm waiting for you to finish so we can get the hell out of here." He said nastily.

I shrugged and primly closed the door. "You may leave now, your highness." I said, my voice thick with sarcasm. Malfoy pushed past me out the doors. As I watched him leave, I knew there was something wrong with him. Something. . . different. . . about him.

Oh, but I didn't know just how different it was.

(~*~)

Dear Diary,

I cannot sleep tonight. I keep on thinking back to detention. Diary, when I was putting that mop away, I felt the strangest feeling. I felt. . . this sounds idiotic. . . I felt Tom.

NO. Not Tom. Voldemort. He is no longer Tom.

I am so confused. Why can I not forget him? Why can I not shake the feeling that he's always watching me, and waiting for something? Am I still possessed by him? I can't be. The diary is gone. But then... he still controls my mind.

Diary, he WAS there.  In the room with me.] I don't know what this means. I thought he was over in the second year. I thought I wouldn't feel his presence like... like when he possessed me.

I don't know how I'm going to face Malfoy tomorrow.

(~*~)

"once upon a year gone by
she saw herself give in
every time she closed her eyes
she saw what could have been"

A/N- Ok, I lot of stuff to say, so hear me out. First, for those of you who are not first time readers, and are wigging out right now, the changes will really make sense later. Ok, so maybe I've read too much Gin n' Tonic lately, but I seriously saw a place for some angsty Tom stuff in a later chapter and I just HAD to leave an opening for it. This is not gonna become a Ginny/Tom fic, mind you, so everyone stop freaking. I just think that there is way too much of a bond between Ginny and Tom (romantic or not is for you to decide) that I couldn't just let it go. Plus, adding more about Tom let me fit this nifty little song in (Paradise by Vanessa Carlton, in case you're wondering) so much better than earlier. Now I can definitely see it as reflecting both Draco AND Ginny's situations so much better.

And just a comment: This is going to have a very deep plot, so if you are reading this for fluff, its not coming soon. When Pickle really gets into violence and torture, those with weak stomachs will not be exactly pleased, if you catch my drift.

Oh, and for non first time readers, you WILL be getting the iss-kay ack-bay ater-lay, so don't worry about that either.

Thanks again to my awesome reviewers last chapter! Keep 'em comin!

Pickle