Disclaimer: right so the world of Harry Potter and stuff don't belong to me, just the plot does, and as always, Harry and Draco belong to each other, so please don't sue. You know the rest so let's just skip that.

Warnings: This is slash, in this case meaning sexual relations and feelings between two males, if you don't like it, simply DON'T READ IT. There will be minor character death and lots of angst, and some fluff, an eating disorder, and whatever else I come up with so, this is the warning, be warned.

Draco Malfoy sat on his lavish bed and scowled down at his hands. They held a wizarding magazine he had just pulled out of a stack on his nightstand. The latest issue of "WT Monthly". And the face of none other then Harry Potter was staring up at him. Scowling deeper he read the words on the page "Harry Potter, inside the life of the Wizarding World's Savior". He let out a sound like a growl and threw the magazine across the room, but his rooms were so vast that it failed to hit a wall and crumple, instead skidding across the floor and sliding to a stop by a window.

Harry Fucking Potter! He was always everywhere! Everywhere Draco turned; there he was, always giving him more and more of a will to hate the boy. Draco didn't have time to think of Harry Potter, though him being everywhere Draco looked certainly didn't help that matter. He had other things to worry about, more important things.

He remembered idly when he had been younger; his life had seemed to revolve around Potter and how to destroy him. He constantly dwelled on ways to pester him, anger him, whatever. He had been so naïve. He seemed to talk about Potter constantly; of course not much had changed on that account, though Draco wouldn't admit it. His Harry obsession was, of course, not worth his attention, as the boy himself.

Like he had said, he had more important things to worry about. He wondered vaguely when his rivalry had become an obsession.

Brushing that particular train of thought off his mind, he got up from the bed and walked to his study and its large curtained window overlooking the grounds. The heavy emerald curtains were drawn, letting in the grey light of the dim, cold morning. He pressed his hand against the window glass. It really was a cold day. The clouds heavily cloaked the sky, making everything grey up until the green tips of the trees that lay at the mouth of the dense forest surrounding Malfoy Manor. It was a good day to go out.

He glanced around him at his large rooms. His bedroom connected to a small study with plush overstuffed leather chairs and bookshelves filled to two rows of heavy volumes on each shelf, at the opposite end was his bathroom and there was a pristine and fancy sitting room at the far west end which was completely cut off from his little private world except for the gap in the wall connecting it doorlesly to his rooms. It was only used for entertaining tutors and guests of course. Really his rooms were one large room, he thought. His eyes wander down to the wood floors and found Potter's face looking up at him again from the laminated magazine cover. He stepped over the discarded magazine and out through the door of his room.

It was days like this he loved to stay inside and read his piles of books, but it was just too beautiful to stay inside, he had to go out and wander the grounds. He suspected it would rain soon as he looked up at the grey clouds, he decided he didn't really care. Rain fit on a cold day like this one.

He crossed the small wooden bridge that stretched over the thin stream at the side of the manor and headed up the side of a hill where he'd find a flat top full of trees. He walked through the forests, watching the birds cry and soar through the air and marveling at the way the trees stood against the sky. He heard the distant clouds rumble. A few minutes later water began to drizzle lightly down on him, quickly becoming a heavy shower shaking the leaves with its pounding drops of rain.

Heading back home, he stopped at the bridge and turned, leaning against the grey rocky walls of the manor. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy the smell of the fresh rain and the sound of the drops of water hitting the ground and everything surrounding him, unsettling the dirt and the dust all around him. He loved the way the rain could just sweep down and unsettle everything, uncover everything. He let out a sigh and opened his eyes as the water seeped through his hair and down the back of his neck as he turned and headed towards the entrance to the manor.

He entered the castle like manor and headed up to his rooms on the far west end of the second floor. He didn't need to worry about being scolded for wetting the floors and carpets because there was never anyone around. He wasn't sure if anyone was even home, though he doubted anyone was. If they were, if his mother was, she was probably busy in some remote part of the manor that would take Draco some two hours to get to. There was something delicious yet so lonely about being so alone in this vast and empty manor that was more like a castle, perched in its valley surrounded by mountains and forests, with only the dense trees and cold sky to keep it company.

Up in his room he changed out of his wet cloths and into a heavy hooded sweater and a dry pair of jeans. Whispering some words to the fire place it lit and he sat down on one of his chairs with a blanket. He pulled out a notebook and a quill and began to write until his hand hurt. By that time it was dark outside and his hair had dried. He whispered a command and the curtains closed as he headed to bed.

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The next day was just as cold and grey as the day before and he walked again. The day after that was just as grey as well and he walked again, wasting his time away and biding it to pass faster, though to what it would lead to he didn't know. Probably just more empty days to waste away. His days as a child had been filled with lessons and tutors, classes, dinners, and trips to London with his father. Now he was left alone and time just wasted by. His father of course had fast tired of his son and now with his private affairs so hectic, he had no time to spare anyway.

And Draco was quickly forgotten. Of course, he wasn't sure he if he didn't prefer it this way. The cold solitude was comforting and so was the empty silence and only once in a while did he wish to fill it, like right now. But he soon became numb again and didn't care.

He was back in his room. He showered and dressed in warm cotton cloths, silk was cold. He returned to his writing again until the sky began to darken and he drew the curtains closed. As he stood up and began to put his things away he noticed something lying on the floor by the window reflecting the candlelight. He walked to pick it up and there was the magazine he had thrown so many days ago. He picked it up and sat back down in his armchair and turned the page.

He glanced lazily at the listed contents of the magazine. Quidditch teams of the year, Dragon rebellions in the east, latest wizard books. He much preferred the muggle books anyway; his second stack of books was all muggle, the first stack mostly heavy wizarding volumes to hide the muggle ones he read. His eyes found what they had been unconsciously looking for and he turned to page 79xb. There was that face again and those green eyes with those ridiculous glasses.

He read a passage that caught his eye, "The revelation of Harry's godfather, Black, was startling to us all and Harry reveals his passing was very difficult on him. He relays the story of Black to us and of how he had in fact tried to save the Potter family at the last minute while the blame was truly to be put on one Peter Pettigrew for the death of the Potters" Draco knew all this from his father telling him after his third year but he kept reading. He read about their old DADA professor Lupin, and about Voldemorts plot of using Black to lure Potter (some of which Draco already knew) and finally of the "undisclosed location" where Black met his end. Draco knew most of the end part, but it was interesting to hear how Harry seemed to take it. Through his words and his fake smile, Draco could see the masked pain easily. He must have been very attached to black and Draco thought it seemed a shame he had died, but reading things like "Such a brave young man" and "So courageous and blah blah blah", brought his resentment back.

The boy was just another wizard for Merlin's sake! He was ordinary like everyone else but nobody seemed to see it and it angered Draco to no end. He was nothing but a publicity seeking little muggleborn who got lucky. HE scanned down the rest of the page and caught a quote "I'm just another ordinary wizard, there are thousands of them, I'm not so different from them". This made Draco laugh. He glanced back up at the picture of Harry, smiling shyly but falsely, Draco recognized. He looked at him with his stupid messy hair and ridiculous glasses. Well he would be seeing that face soon enough, he thought as he dropped the magazine on the table and headed to his bed. Hogwarts was only two weeks away.

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He was flying on his broomstick to pass the time a week later. He wished time would go by faster. Of course it didn't really matter since being at Hogwarts was just as dull as being at home, though secretly he knew this wasn't true. None the less he still wanted time to go by faster. In three days time he would be in Diagon Alley to purchase his school supplies and then the next day would see him on the train to Hogwarts. He waited out those three days impatiently.

When the time finally came, a servant of his fathers came to fetch him and take him to Diagon Alley to shop for his 6th year supplies and his stay had been arranged at the Luxurious Underground Inn at the center of Diagon Alley.

He packed his things noting dully that this was the first time his father wasn't taking him to get his things, to tell him what to get, what he'd need, and to give him advice. He wasn't sure if this was a bad thing. Though it did leave him with a somewhat sad feeling. He was without his father's guidance now and out from under his wing, no matter how cold, harsh, or demanding it was.

He finished with his cloths and now stashed about three muggle books in his trunk. The only ones left he hadn't already read. He packed his quills and his leather bound writing book when something on his table caught his eye. It was the magazine again. And there He was again, the damn golden boy. He closed his trunk and glanced back at the magazine and its irritating cover. The green eyes sparkled and the jet black hair glinted through the pictures movements. He lifted the lid of his trunk and snatched up the magazine. He stuck it underneath one of his folded robes and closed the lid of the trunk and locked it.

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At Diagon Alley he was given a heavy pouch of coins and a servant to carry his purchases. After he had everything bought and pilled up in the servant's arms he handed the man a galleon and said "Take these to my rooms". The man looked reluctant for a moment and Draco was sure his father had given him orders to watch him, but the man then nodded and hurried off, looking a comedy with all the boxes and bags piled high in his arms.

Draco smirked and headed off to buy what he wanted now with the money he had saved from the pouch. There were privileges to going to London without his father, now he could purchase whatever he really wanted, not just what his father wanted for him. He went to Gringotts first and secretly exchanged some of the money for muggle money.

He decided a trip to muggle London first was easier. AS he headed out of Diagon Alley he pulled off his clock and pulled up the hood of his sweater so no one could easily recognize him.

When He reached muggle London he spent most of his money on books which had been his initial goal. He spent so much time at the book store that by the time he had left it was dark. He thought it better to head back and bought a large box of assorted chocolates that would last him at least two months until his first hogsmead visit. He charmed them so they would last through those months and still be tasty as well.

As he headed back to the darkened streets of Diagon Alley he stopped to buy some owl treats for his eagle owl Egor, and a new broom cleaning kit. He liked to clean and repair his won broom, but his father always insisted he had servants do it for him so he could never get his own kit, so he took this opportunity to buy one for himself.

He decided it was just about time to head to his rooms when he was startled by a hoot close by. He was sure he wasn't anywhere near the owlery now as he turned to find a snowy white owl perched on a bench near him. He couldn't help but reach out and the owl aloud him to stroke it's silky feathers. He smiled and said "What a beautiful nice boy". At this the owl snapped at his fingers angrily and he said "Pardon me, what a beautiful nice girl". He reached into his pockets and pulled out one of Egor's owl treats which he offered to the bird.

He turned his head quickly as he heard the sound of footsteps pounding on gravel at a run and a familiar voice calling something out. He didn't want to be seen or talked to and instinctively took a spot behind a near by pillar where he wouldn't be seen.

He saw a figure run up to the owl and throw it's hood back as a panting voice said "Hedwig!" Draco made a decidedly agitated noise as he saw that the person had been no other then Harry Potter. The boy was everywhere! How much Draco hated him! He saw him pick up the owl and say "come on then lets go" and noticed white specks littering his dark hair. It was snowing, he realized, and Potter's head was now covered with glittering white flakes, little drops glistening on his face where they had melted. Draco turned and headed to his rooms, slightly in a bad mood.

When he got there his keys where at the front desk along with a message for him that he was to have dinner with his father at 8:00. It was 7:45 and he rushed to get dressed or really to become appropriate for him. AS he headed to the rooms his father had chosen for them to dine in, he wondered why his father hadn't taken him to get his things since he was here anyway.

He traversed a few heavily decorated cream colored hallways until he got to the room where his father was seated at a heavily laden small cream colored table in front of a fire. He entered and took his seat at the table with all the old formalities. His father droned on about how irritating things were and of how he had had to punish two death eaters. He didn't seem to have minded the punishing but went on and on about how stupid they had been and their silly mistakes and how he was busy all day cleaning up their mess but had had dinner free,

Finally he fell silent and Draco had wanted this but now felt uncomfortable, "So Harry Potter was in "WT" this month" Draco drawled "Whining about his godfather dying and what not, how it was "difficult" for him" Draco scoffed "It was pathetic, they called him things like "such a brave boy" and" "Oh Draco do shut up about that Potter boy, you sound as if your obsessed, I'm glad you've taken such a dislikening of the boy but must you talk about him every minute" his father interrupted. Draco looked down at his plate. He had only been trying to fill the silence but his father always seemed to want to correct him.

"Anyway I hear you purchased your school things today, I hope…." His father drawled on about brands he should have gotten and extra thing he needed and hoped Draco had been smart enough to get, if not he would send for them of course…And it went on like that until Draco was finally relived to his room.

Once there he opened the box of Chocolates he had gotten and pulled out a few as he settled into his large dark colored bed. He blew out the candle at his bedside and slept as he listened to Egor hooting gently in the dark.

Author's Note: Well this is a fic I started out of boredom and obsession in class a while ago and I just re-started it and wanted to put it up. Tell me what you guys think please, reviews keep me going! half-inspired by Iron Maiden's The wicker man and Infinite Dreams. More will be posted real soon as soon as i get it organized, R&R and I'll love you forever!(as desperate as that sounds) Anyway if it's liked I'll post the rest and keep going .