Authors Notes:
This was my first serious attempt at fanfiction of any kind, therefore it is a little shaky. Mucho love to my wonderful beta, Chrissy. Much angsty inspiration from Linkin Park of all bands.
Im always one for a nice ending or Epilogue, but who is this one about? Hmm?
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It was beginning to get cold on the train. Draco Malfoy drew his cloak around his shoulders and shivered as its cold material touched his skin. The sky outside was darkening now; the sun was going down as the train moved onwards, to Hogwarts. It would be Draco's final year at the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; he was looking forward to getting out into the world after he graduated, or just getting away from home. He looked down on his hands, which still retained his Quidditch scars, but they were only scars now...
A quiet voice interrupted his thoughts, which were far from school studies.
"Hey," it was Ginny Weasley. "How was your summer?"
She came into the compartment and sat down opposite him. Her hair was tied back neatly into a long ponytail which ran down her neck, the sun's last rays catching it and making it blaze a golden hue. "Well?" she said, looking at him as if he was mental.
Draco felt a smile crawling across his face, and he let it. Ginny smiled back, though she looked surprised to see Draco so happy. "My summer was good." he replied.
It was the same dream as always. Draco stood on top of a small hill, looking over a vast field, dotted with a few trees but mostly barren, apart from the wild grass that grew up high to his waist. The sun was low in the sky but the world was warm, a summer day was passing. Draco looked up into the peach colored sky, and watched as several stars appeared, one by one. He knew them all, for he commanded them to be.
He felt some sorrow though, in this peaceful place, for he was alone. The stars winked at him, creating their patterns in the sky. Draco sat down on a large dark rock, which always sat at the very summit of the hill. A small wind ruffled his long silvery hair. The world was quiet, so silent he could hear the grass move. Something caught his eye. The wind wasn't moving the grass.
Quietly and gracefully, a girl was walking up through the field. Her long hair was catching the sun's rays, making a soft halo around her beautiful face. She wore a pale dress which hugged her body around the torso. Slowly she made her way up to the hill top; and when she reached Draco, she raised her eyes to meet his, and smiled.
This was my first serious attempt at fanfiction of any kind, therefore it is a little shaky. Mucho love to my wonderful beta, Chrissy. Much angsty inspiration from Linkin Park of all bands.
Im always one for a nice ending or Epilogue, but who is this one about? Hmm?
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It was beginning to get cold on the train. Draco Malfoy drew his cloak around his shoulders and shivered as its cold material touched his skin. The sky outside was darkening now; the sun was going down as the train moved onwards, to Hogwarts. It would be Draco's final year at the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; he was looking forward to getting out into the world after he graduated, or just getting away from home. He looked down on his hands, which still retained his Quidditch scars, but they were only scars now...
A quiet voice interrupted his thoughts, which were far from school studies.
"Hey," it was Ginny Weasley. "How was your summer?"
She came into the compartment and sat down opposite him. Her hair was tied back neatly into a long ponytail which ran down her neck, the sun's last rays catching it and making it blaze a golden hue. "Well?" she said, looking at him as if he was mental.
Draco felt a smile crawling across his face, and he let it. Ginny smiled back, though she looked surprised to see Draco so happy. "My summer was good." he replied.
It was the same dream as always. Draco stood on top of a small hill, looking over a vast field, dotted with a few trees but mostly barren, apart from the wild grass that grew up high to his waist. The sun was low in the sky but the world was warm, a summer day was passing. Draco looked up into the peach colored sky, and watched as several stars appeared, one by one. He knew them all, for he commanded them to be.
He felt some sorrow though, in this peaceful place, for he was alone. The stars winked at him, creating their patterns in the sky. Draco sat down on a large dark rock, which always sat at the very summit of the hill. A small wind ruffled his long silvery hair. The world was quiet, so silent he could hear the grass move. Something caught his eye. The wind wasn't moving the grass.
Quietly and gracefully, a girl was walking up through the field. Her long hair was catching the sun's rays, making a soft halo around her beautiful face. She wore a pale dress which hugged her body around the torso. Slowly she made her way up to the hill top; and when she reached Draco, she raised her eyes to meet his, and smiled.