Chapter 2 Ice Angel

"A face devoid of love or grace, a hateful, hard, successful face, a face like stone" Emily Dickinson

The dragon king, he is an unpredictable bitter storm ready to rage out of control at any time, see him for what he seems and you will be fooled, see him for what everyone that knows him you'll only be partially correct, for you can only see him as who he really is in a time when the only light through the blackness of hate is the light of his flame.

Then you'll see the truth of who he is, an angel born to demons and twisted into a monster, the dragon king everyone but me sees him as. So enter, if you dare, into the warped world of my love, my fear, my ice angel, my Draco Malfoy

As I walk through Diagon Alley searching for my friends Harry and Ron, I was side tracked by the book store.

Looking through the books I saw a novel, I normally don't read useless fiction but this book seemed interesting. The title was "Ice Angel" I look carefully at the cover and notice the fading lines of an engraved picture. Tracing the lines with my index finger a sudden image came to mind.

It was, at first an angel wearing all white and had silver wings, then icy pale hands reached out putting them over his wings and slashed them off and with a silent screech and blood circling around him he morphed into a boy in all black, icy skin, platinum hair, and stormy eyes...

In shock of what I just saw I moved back and bumped into someone, dropping the book as I fell forward.

The person (or creature) I bumped into's arm darted out around my waist and pulled me up to his (definitely a him) body.

I could feel his cool breathe on my neck as he pulled me as close as possible to him, and having both arms entwined around my hips pushing against me in a very sexual way his cold voice whispered in my ear "Watch were you're going, Granger." I could feel his mouth close softly on the top of my ear as he formed his sinister words.

The coldness that reeked off of him slowly suffocating me and made shiver, he seemed pleased with my reaction for he forced his face against my neck and his lips against me lifted into a smirk.

I gasp, and he forces me to turn to face him. I look straight at his chest clothed by a black shirt a black robe unhooked fluttering down like an open trench coat, but before my eyes could absorb anymore of the lower part off my capturer his icy pale hand jetted out nodded my head upwards to meet his stormy silver blue eyes.

"You might bump into some evil man who won't show a pretty little girl like yourself any mercy." His frosty voice says sarcastically.

"Malfoy, don't you know by now I can take care of myself? And who the bloody heck are you calling 'pretty little girl'?" I snapped at him

"For the first question, you could handle yourself against the little boy I once was but not the man I have become. And about the second, the saying was evidently pointed to you as you are the 'pretty little girl' I am talking to."

"You a man, huh, you are still just a snotty spoiled little brat, just because you happen look to like a man doesn't mean you are one." I snarl back at him.

And, yes, he really looks all grown up, at about 6'3" and a muscular physic. "And we're the same age you vile cockroach."

His eyebrows raise and I swear a spark of amusement crossed his eyes. "Well, the know-it-all must be right, but..." with a quick movement he gently pined me on the nearest wall

"I will warn you, stay away from me, my pretty, for you don't like what I'd do for you." And with that he released me and swiped out of the bookstore.

This has been an extremely abnormal occurrence, so to console my bizarre thoughts on the subject of Draco's behavior I pick up the book and start to read:

"Enter"

The dragon king, he is an unpredictable bitter storm ready to rage out of control at any time, see him for what he seems and you will be fooled, see him for what everyone that knows him you'll only be partially correct, for you can only see him as who he really is in a time when the only light through the blackness of solitude is the light of his flame.

Then you'll see the truth of who he is, an angel born to demons and twisted into a monster, the dragon king everyone sees him as. So enter, if you dare, the warped world of ice angle, half demon half angel.

Knocked out of my trance by Harry and Ron who softly tap on my shoulder, I get up and hurl myself into Harry and Ron's arms for a group bear hug.

I step back to inspect on how they have changed since last school year's end.

Harry was much taller, 6'2" and stronger looking, with a soft tan.

Ron's lanky figure disappeared for the fact that he had finally stopped growing and his body was able to contort to his height, 6'5".

"Hey Mione, do we have to drag you out, or will you come willingly." Says Ron

"I'll fight to the death, for my precious books!" I exclaim, Harry and Ron pick me up and start to carry me away

"I need to buy this book." I whimpered Harry took the story out of my hands pays for it with one hand holding me in he's other then gives me the book.

"Consider it one of your early birthday presents, you 15 year old munchkin." "Hey I am not that short." I defend myself.

They put me down pat my head and consider my rebuttal then say "Oh, yes you are."

"Hey you guys are just over tall." I am short but not incredibly tiny, I'm 5'3".

By the way you muggles that are reading this know your fate pretty much lays in the hands of three 16-teen-year-old boys and three 15-year-old girls. (I'm almost 16)

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