The Ice Prince of Slytherine

Author's Notes:

Hi guys! This is my first time ever writing Fanfiction, or ever writing on this site... please be nice with the commments. :) I would love some suggestions as to where you would like this story to go, so please feel free to leave as many as you want in the comments!!! I just started writing this on a whim, so suggestions are always welcome. I rated this A++ just for safety... who knows where this plot will take us? Thank you for taking the time to read! Enjoy!

Chapter One: Beginnings

There he was again. Damn, but how was he always so gorgeous? 

Harry was sitting at the Gryffindor table, watching, hypnotized, as one Draco Malfoy, the Ice Prince of Slytherin, sauntered into the great hall. His lush, red bottom lip quirked upwards into a smirk as he spotted Pansy Parkinson, fluttering her eyes outrageously at him, not-so-subtly crossing her arms and pushing her breasts together to spill over the edge of her school uniform. Draco smirked, but otherwise seemed uninterested. Pansy continued to flirt shamelessly as Malfoy made his way to the Slytherin table with long, confident steps, his hips swaying slightly. Outragous. 

"Hey, mate, you feeling alright? What did Parkinson do to you?" Ron was leaning in and whispering in Harry's ear, drawing attention to the fact that he had been practically growling at Pansy.

"Huh? Oh, yea, I'm fine... Just tired. I think I'll head up to the common room, okay?"He mumbled, forcing himself to look at Ron and not at the Slytherin table. He rubbed his scar and made a face as if he was in pain. "My head's hurting a lot..."

"Oh, yea, sure, of course! If your head hurts... mate, just take it easy, okay? Want me to come with you?"

"No, I'll just be sleeping anyway. You stay here." This time he couldn't help but dart a look over at Malfoy, watching him slip a grape into his mouth and bite down, a small trickle of juice falling from the corner of his mouth. Distractedly, Harry watched the way the light glinted off of the now wet lips of Draco until the moisture was drawn into his mouth swiftly by his toungue. Harry swollowed, and forced himself to look back to Ron. 

"Okay," Ron relented, a concerned look on his face. "Take it easy, Harry."

"Sure, Ron. Bye."

Up the winding staircases of Hogwarts Harry went, his mind racing. That had been a close call; what if Ron found out about his crush? It had only been a few weeks since he had first realized his infatuation with Draco Malfoy. As his feet stumbled and slipped up the stairs, he found himself slipping back into the memory...

It was winter time. The sturdy walls of the school protected the students and teachers from the fierce snow that whipped furiously against the windows, but the creeping cold of the storm still managed to seep through every small nook and cranny, chilling the long, stone hallways. 

It was just after supper, and the Golden Trio was heading up to the common room. 

"Hey, you two head up, I'll be right there- I forgot my book in Potions. I'm going to run down really quickly and see if Snape will let me pick it up- I need that for homework."

"Harry, don't bother- just use mine," Ron called.

"No, it's okay, I really should just get my own. Plus, it'll be hard to share for this homework- we have to read 20 pages from the book."

"Oh, yea. Okay, watch out for Snape, though. The old bat will probably deduct a few points from Gryffindor for your forgetfullness." Ron chuckled, only half joking. 

"Yea, okay..."

Harry turned and started down the seemingly endless staircase, down and down, his footsteps echoing against the damp stone of the hallways. The torches that lined the walls flickered with every step he took, and the dungeons were so cold that he could see his own breath. Shuttering, Harry brought his hands up to his arms, rubbing vigorously. 

"Hey! Look who it is- Potter what are you doing down here? Lost your way? I'll give you a hint- You're far from your tower, Princess," Draco Malfoy drawled to his two ever-present guard dogs, Crabb and Goyle. Snickering, they made their way to the middle of the hallway, blocking his path. 

Harry glared at the boys. How was it that they always managed to be exactly where he was, as if they were purposfully stalking him just to intercept and ruin his life? 

Moreover, how was it that Malfoy could be such an ass? I mean, when you looked at him, at first glance, anyone, surely, would believe they were looking at an angel, Harry thought distractedly through his anger. His molten silver eyes were framed by heavy, dark lashes. His hair, now cropped into more of a crew cut, looked soft to the touch and reflected the flickering light of the torches beautifully. His skin glowed in the dim lighting, and his rich, hypnotic voice echoed throughout the stone hallway...

Shaking himself, confused at where his train of thought had wandered, Harry reminded himself of his anger and purpose. 

"Step aside, Malfoy; I'm not looking for trouble, I just came to get my Potions book--"

"Naturally, I should have known! You forgot your Potions book." Those taunting lips twisted into a sexy smirk. "Well then, don't pay us any mind, go on and get it," Malfoy challenged, not moving. Crabb and Goyle snickered. 

Scowling, Harry stepped forward, pushing Malfoy aside with his hand. Before it could make contact with his sculpted shoulder, however, Malfoy snatched it mid-air, tightly encircling his wrist with his long, pale fingers. 

"Don't touch me, Potter," Malfoy hissed.

Harry shivered, stunned by their proximity. Why was Malfoy so close? Their faces were inches apart, he could smell Malfoy's breath. It smelled of spices and honey, very much alluring... Harry leaned into the smell, his eyes closing...

Suddenly realizing with horror what he was doing, his eyes snapped open, glaring into the molten silver eyes of Draco Malfoy. Yanking his hand out of the other boy's grasp, he pushed through the three of them and stalked down the hallway and into the (thankfully vacant) Potions classroom, slamming the door and leaving an extremely puzzled looking Slytherin behind him.