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Author:
Iris Wood

Title:
Broken Ice

Disclaimer:
I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters that are canon.

Pairings:
DM/HP

More
complete author's note is at the end.

Note:
Bold Italics indicate written word.

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Chapter
1 Holiday at Hogwarts

Draco
Malfoy pulled on his black gloves, the silver snake upon them a
symbol of a very old lineage. No matter what anybody says, the Malfoy
line is closer to the original Salazaar Slytherin blood than that
half blooded fool could have possibly been.

Over the
course of the thousand years, the Malfoys had been very hesitant in
allowing other species to marry into the line, let alone muggles who
were viewed as unworthy trash. Power and prestige was what being a
Malfoy was about.

But over
the course of the past two decades it has been shamed by the
following of that fool as far as Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy
lands and name, held to be true. No matter what ideals he
believed in, or how much power he was supposed to have, Draco
Malfoy would have never kissed the hem of that half blooded fool with
delusions of controlling the world.

No matter
what his father may have believed in, Draco Malfoy only had recently
cared for one thing: his approval. So a portion of Draco's childhood
had been filled with the talk of the Dark Lord rising again and how
the Malfoy family would be at his side.

Subject
to learning the Dark Arts since he was a small boy, Draco had a large
arsenal of dark magic buried deep within his psyche. The wards upon
the Malfoy Manor were so strong that even the Ministry had been
unable to detect them.

However,
it can be said that that darkness in his soul was mirrored with his
listening of tales of the Boy-Who-Lived. He was the good that was the
thorn in the side of evil.

Unluckily
enough for the eleven year old, he had been brushed aside by the
great Harry Potter for a Weasley. They really were the opposite end
of the spectrum from the Malfoys. Draco Malfoy was snubbed for trash!
But as Draco gained those early years, he was jealous that the Golden
Trio had something that Draco had not: true friendship. The
Slytherins in his year held one belief and that was loyalty to those
who had power and that was the Malfoy name.

It was
the family who had been the right arm of the Dark Lord.

However,
at the end of his fifth year, everything as he knew it changed. His
father had been caught; there had been no possibility of denial that
it was Lucius Malfoy who had been arrested doing something he
shouldn't have. It had been that Potter boy who had landed his father
in Azkaban.

While it
was very highly likely that the Dementors would turn and leave the
prison, the Ministry of Magic had passed a new law saying that Death
Eaters were to be put in a magical coma until the time of trial.
About a dozen Death Eaters had been put into that coma. Yet those
days seemed like a lifetime ago when his grief and anger had been
strong. Many things had changed for him personally and in the
Wizarding World.

The young
Malfoy heir fixed the clasp on his cloak. A broach held it shut,
another sign of the Malfoy line. His seventh and final year at
Hogwarts was half way through and the heir knew that the Malfoy
family lands would be his once he graduated. Actually they had became
his after his seventeenth birthday, but he was staying at Hogwarts
until he finished his schooling. Nothing would stand in his way of
being his own person.

Next the
young heir slid his wand up his sleeve. He was ready to face the
winter outdoors. His pants were specially made jeans from a London
company which were charmed impervious to the wind. Two long sleeved
thermal shirts, a wool jumper, and a thick cloak protected his body.
Upon his feet were trainers that he had acquired in London before
seventh year, and socks he wore were charmed to keep the wearers feet
warm. As said before, his hands wore those gloves that were dragon
hide with the family crest on them. Also in his hand now he held the
cap that he had received from his god father before his first year;
Severus had charmed it so it would grow as he grew. In his other was
the Slytherin house muffler that would be applied right before his
exit into the winter.

Stepping
up to the mirror in his Prefect quarters for Slytherin, he checked
his own image out. The mirror made a comment that Draco chose to
ignore. No one told him how to dress, or how to act, but he respected
the school rules. After all, his god father was Deputy Headmaster and
Draco was prone to the leniency reserved for that front. Even he was
not to supposed show favoritism though it was evident. After the
tragic death of Narcissa Malfoy last year, Severus Snape had become
the young heir's legal guardian.

Exiting
from the Prefects' room and into the Slytherin Common Room, Draco
shut his door and whispered the password that locked and put the
concealment charm upon it. To no one's surprise a tree had been
decorated and laden with gifts from families. About a dozen plus
Slytherins had remained at Hogwarts over the Christmas holiday.

With the
events of last year only one Slytherin would be graduating this year
with him: Theodore Nott. Nott had not answered the call last year;
neither had Draco, but for different reasons. In fact, only a total
of five Slytherins had graduated last year with only about half the
Ravenclaw class.

The rest
had died in the call to the Dark Lord.

Christmas
cheer had permeated the cold dungeons. Someone had hung mistletoe
over the main entrance to the dorms.

The couch
in front of the fireplace was charmed to wish Happy Christmas to
anyone who sat upon it.

A sixth
year by the name Cortez had managed a set of snowmen that went about
insulting people and then wishing them a Happy Christmas; the
rather brilliant work of magic was currently insulting a third year
boy whose name Draco had never bothered to know.

Draco
moved through the common room avoiding the second snowman. Not a
single Slytherin said a word to him, only one even acknowledged his
passing and that was Nott. The said young man was reading a text
curled in a black chair over by the bookshelf. The two men made eye
contact and briefly nodded to each other before one turned back to
his book and the other continued through the entrance/exit.

Dear
Sirius,

It's
the holiday and right now I'm stuck at Hogwarts. Ron's with Hermione
skiing in Switzerland with her family. They had finally become a
couple, but a couple of what I'm just not sure of.

Ginny's
here, her mum's not doing so great, but Mrs. Weasley says it's just
simple aging. Mr. Weasley was attacked last month by some rogue Death
Eaters. They even showed the Dark Mark in the sky afterward. Some are
speculating that it's the sign of a revival of Death Eater activity.
But the majority overruled the Minister's idea that something was
about to happen.

What
do minds think these days? First they refused to believe Voldermort
had returned. It was only when Fudge had admitted to seeing him in
the Ministry and resulted in Lucius Malfoy being captured did the
Minister change his stance. Within that summer break the wizard world
was crisscrossed by a plethora of his sightings. Reports were just
that until that November day when the Death Eaters had kidnapped the
Minister and his personal assistant, Percy Weasley. In theory, they
portkeyed the Minister away and Percy Weasley had been touching him
at that moment.

The
two of them had been missing up till the holiday when an owl had
delivered a package to Albus Dumbledore here at Hogwarts. Remember it
well I do.

Plain
and simple box, tied with a ribbon. Within the box was an ear from
both Fudge and Percy with a lock of hair. When opened the Dark Mark
appeared above the Headmaster's chair for all to see. It was later
known that the Dark Mark had been cast upon the lobby entrance inside
the Ministry of Magic and on the front door to the Daily Prophet.

With
a message both vague and clear, public out cry was immediate. Clamor
erupted and by New Years, Arthur Weasley had taken the position of
Minister of Magic.

Poor
Mrs. Weasley. One son dead and her husband had been placed in the
seat of danger. Those were very dangerous times.

But
enough of the past for the moment. Now won't bring back all those who
had died. Now, will not bring back you, Sirius.

War
changes the lives of all those who were affected and shifts the
perceptions held. And my perception has changed in that year that had
passed. After the death of Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall
became Headmistress and Professor Snape had become Deputy Headmaster.
With that new change, Snape now had different reasons to live.

But
the most change I've noticed was in one Draco Malfoy. Say it, my
second worst enemy for so many years. After that incident at the
Ministry, yes the one where you had passed through the Veil, Lucius
Malfoy had been placed in a coma after the passing of a certain
magical decree last summer. That action was the last one Fudge would
pass as Minister of Magic.

When
the Dark Mark had appeared, my eyes immediately raced to the
Slytherin table. Those at the table passed through a range of
emotions and not for the first time that year my eye had become train
on the Slytherin.

His
eye was on his cup and his face was set. While the hall erupted in
motion, Malfoy was still and it was then that I noticed he was
stirring his dark drink without touching it or with his wand.

Everyone
was in action and I just watched the blond. Oh Sirius! Finally after
the longest moment in history, he lifted his cup to drink and his eye
met mine. Even from the next table over I could see the glossiness of
those pale gray eyes. His pale skin had a slight pink hue to it, and
his lips were in an O while holding that cup in mid air. The
Slytherin tipped his cup to me before blinking and drinking the
contents.

By
this time, Hermione had been pulling on my sleeve and telling me to
move. I broke my eye contact with Malfoy to look at her and to stand.
The Dark Mark was still in the air above the Headmaster's chair.
Glancing back at the Slytherin table, I searched out Malfoy again,
but the table was vacant, only half eaten Danishes and dirty plates
remained.

Now
that time has passed since the events of sixth year, I've had time to
think about everything. Everything! Thanks to Ginny who is my closest
confident, even over Ron and Hermione. Oh and Draco Malfoy whose
inaction has given me strength to continue to live and to train.

I
will continue to be the Boy-Who-Lived and I will accept that fate.
Whatever fate may have in store for me now after last years' events .
But whatever happens, I will not forget to live and maybe even get to
love.

The
future is uncertain, but whatever happens, I want.....

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Harry
Potter slammed his personal journal shut. He'd heard the soft breaths
of someone nearby. Without any shame, he would admit he had been
writing with blinders on. Curled up in a nice chair by the fire with
a blanket wrapped around him, the Boy-Who-Lived had the book propped
upon his bent knees writing.

Perched
right above him was Ginny Weasley with her arms crossed over the back
of the chair. Her face held a light and emotion that had become his
light. The youngest Weasley had remained at Hogwarts for the holiday.
Her red hair's clipped back away from her face to let the bottom
waterfall onto her shoulder.

"I
know what you want," Ginny leaned in and whispered to him. Her
voice held a teasing tone and a succulent promise.

Harry
turned his head so he was inches away from her nose. They stared into
each others' eyes for what seemed like an eternity.

"Then
you know you can't provide," Harry whispered back in his most
husky voice.

The two
started giggling, the smiles lighting up both of their faces. The
redhead reached down and lightly slapped Harry on the cheek.

"Mr.
Potter, to think that you've been leading me on for all this time,"
Ginny said with a genuine smile.

"Just
for the attention," Harry intoned back bringing the smile into
his eyes.

Before
Harry could blink, Ginny had pulled her wand and whispered an
incantation that made the chair spill its contents.

The look
of surprise on Harry's face was priceless. Where was Colin when he
was needed? Ginny stood to the side of the righted chair with a
triumphant look and stance above him.

"That
was for dumping me," Ginny said in her most serious voice.

"You
dumped me!" Harry said in a parallel serious voice while
clutching the journal in his hands.

"You're
right, I just did," Ginny laughed and held a hand out to Harry
to pull him up. But instead Harry pulled her down into the floor,
into his arms specifically. He wrapped his arms around her.

"What
would I have done with out you, Ginerva Weasley?" Harry
whispered into her ear.

"Harry
James Potter," small pause, "would have killed himself."
Ginny spoke low and directly into his ear. This part was directed
only to one person because only one person knew this. She hugged him
back.

"You're
right," Harry whispered back.

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The
hallways between the dungeons and the Great Hall held few people.
Draco was making his way outdoors, but on a personal principle, the
blond always passed by the Hall to spy upon a certain green eyed
Gryffindor. Not that Draco would ever have admitted that he notices
these things, but he watches and had noticed the changes through the
second half of last year.

Swiftly
he passed the entry to the Great Hall while noticing all four tables
with a small twist of his head. Being able to take in every detail of
a room with a single glance was a skill his father has taught him
many years ago. It was a skill he was always thankful to learning.

The Great
Hall held its usual Christmas spirit. Multiple trees were decorated:
one for each house and the main one behind the teachers table. Each
house had decorated a tree in its respective colors. The silver and
green tree had a star placed upon it personally by Draco.

Second,
the star upon the scarlet and gold tree had been placed by the green
eyed Gryffindor; in fact, Draco had watched green eyes delicately
levitate the star upon the tree, the said face in a sweet
concentration.

Ravenclaws'
had been placed by Mandy Bucklehurst. And that last house had been
crowned by Hannah Abbot who is also Head Girl this year. Head Boy
this year is Anthony Goldstein, a Ravenclaw.

After a
brief glance, Draco did not see that green eyed Gryffindor. Pockets
of each respected house sat at each table with the largest group
being at the Slytherin table. At the Head Table his God Father was
listening to a one sided conversation from the new DADA for the year.
The look upon Severus's face was one with hidden amusement.

Wrapping
the muffler around his neck, the Slytherin had reached his
destination. It was a doorway out to the snow, out to the cold, and
out and an imagined freedom.

Second he
pulled the cap up over his head and ears.

In the
distance, the Entry way clock struck two.

There was
enough time between the early lunch he had taken in his Prefects room
and the dinner is a few hours to accomplish what he had planned.

Finally,
the Slytherin opened the door and a blast of ice cold air struck what
minimal skin showed. White, everything was white! It covered the
trees, the ground, and everywhere the eye could see, all the way down
to the lake.

The snow
wasn't fresh, but it wasn't an old snow.

It wasn't
as good a snow as it was during the Slytherin-Gryffindor snowball
fight of a few weeks ago just after the last mid-term.

Grudgingly
Draco would admit that Gryffindor won the war, but not without a
couple of good strategic moves planned by himself personally.

However,
his favorite strategic move of the day happened after the match. The
Slytherin had strategically knocked down green eyes and landed on top
of the said Gryffindor.

The rest
of the seventh years had cast daggers, but Draco saw the blush and
glint in those green eyes. It was the same glint that Draco himself
held.

The move
was well worth it.

All those
layers were well necessary, comfort was a must for the amount of time
Draco planned to spend outside. Blue skies were nil and white had
permeated the sky as if one giant cloud.

To make
his way down the snow covered path was an easy task. He simply
charmed his shoes to walk upon the snow. Said charm was one he had
learned in extracurricular studies. Draco had found such charms very
advantageous over the long Scottish winters.

Paying
only minimal attention to his steps, Draco knew the path down to the
water's edge like a charm.

It could
be said that it was a dead cold. No wind blew, not a thing stirred,
not even the fox that Draco knew that lived by the tree he had just
passed.

Even the
Forbidden Forest in the distance was white but still remained dark.

Step by
step the Slytherin left foot prints in the snow. Some how Draco knew
that the same prints will be there on his return up. After all, a
fresh snow was not expected this afternoon.

Finally
he had arrived at his attended destination. In front of him was a
tree on the bank of the lake. A couple years ago he'd spied on green
eyes studying with friends under this very tree.

Since
that time, Draco had found the tree to be an advantageous place to
dream and make his destination as the reference point along the lake.
It had also become symbolic because it was the place Draco longed to
hold such familiarity with green eyes, even to the point of a
recurring dream with him under that tree.

He placed
a gloved hand upon that tree, as if he were able to sense or see some
of the memories the tree held. Said tree was covered with snow; every
branch covered completely. It was as if one light jostle the tree
would go bald.

The lake
had frozen over into one giant ice shield. From his bank to the
distant bank it was completely covered in snow, at least a few
inches.

It was
anyone's guess as to where the Giant Squid went when the lake froze
over, but it was rumored that it went and visited his distant cousin
the Loch Ness monster. Really.

Pulling
out his wand with his gloved fingers, he whispered an incantation
that he had picked up for the winter months. Simply said it blew the
snow off the ice cap from here to the distant bank. It actually was
an adapted wind spell.

So, with
a huge gust of wind, the snow was displaced in a mini blizzard off to
the sides. It was as if a giant muggle snow globe had been shaken and
the snow settled away from his part of the lake.

Next, the
young Malfoy heir stepped down to where the ice overlapped onto the
shoreline. Pointing his wand down at his trainers, Draco transfigured
them into a pair of ice skates. Similar to a boot, they had a cursive
DM on the outside leg and the Slytherin shield on the inside leg. His
pants had automatically covered the tops of his skates.

The
transfiguration he'd learned in his first year. While visiting some
relatives in France during his Christmas break when he was a first
year; an older cousin had taught him the trick and how to skate. It
had become one of those muggle things he enjoyed.

His
father had never learned of this love.

Every
year since, Draco ice skated during the cold winter by himself. When
those few times Draco actually went home for Christmas, the young
Malfoy always made time to skate around those times. Ice skating had
become a tradition.

It was
the main reason Draco went out.

No one
had ever accompanied him out to this private pleasure.

Slipping
his wand back up his sleeve, the young Malfoy stepped onto the ice.
Even though he only skated once or twice a year, Draco had become a
skilled skater.

Ice
skating gave Malfoy a chance to be alone and not have any concerns.
No worries out here, just him and the winter around him. His mind
could wander on whatever subject he wished. With each simple
movement, Draco felt himself relaxing mentally.

Last year
Draco had skated the day after Christmas; that day was forever scared
by the Dark Mark appeared above the Headmaster's chair.

He'd
skated in an attempt to forget how much his life had changed.

His dad
was in a magical coma, no longer a presence, an influence, or a
factor in how he lived his life.

Despite
what other people might have believed, Draco did love his father and
wanted his father's approval.

So, the
Slytherin studied to be top in the class, become a Seeker on the
team, accepted being a Prefect, and had become top of the
Inquisitorial Squad under that bitch Umbridge.

Not that
he liked that bitch anymore than anyone else had. One minor reason
was that she had banned the Gryffindor Seeker from his team. His only
real competition had been exiled from the game; after all, that had
been a goal for so long: to beat Harry Potter.

When the
Dark Mark had appeared, Draco had been lost in memories about his
father.

Learning
to ride a broom.

Falling
out of a tree on the manor proper and his father reprimanding him and
then kissing the bruise better.

Spending
time as a family with his relatives in France before he started at
Hogwarts.

Sitting
upon his knee listening to tales of the Dark Lord and the
Boy-Who-Lived; it could be said that Draco's admiration for Harry
Potter had first been seeded. When the boy had rejected his hand for
a Weasley, Draco made it his lot in life to still be a part of the
boy's life, not as a friend but as one to spice up his life.

Just as
the Great Hall erupted in motion, Draco had lifted his coffee and was
surprised to have made eye contact with the boy. Grey eyes met the
green orbs and Draco felt his entire world stop.

Even if
it only lasted for a few seconds, Draco knew that the boy had just
seen something privy to his soul.

Draco
tipped the coffee toward the Gryffindor in a salute. Then that
Granger girl pulled his attention away and Draco used the moment to
follow the orders of returning to the dorms.

Christmas
had been just a week after that snowball fight and when Draco had
brought himself upon the boy. He had been quite amused at the look
upon Potter's face with Draco face less then a foot above him.
Potter's friends had pulled the Slytherin off the other boy and they
pushed him away, but not without cracking an insult at him. A slight
blush upon Potter's face was the only thing Draco cared about. He was
just so cute with his glasses askew and that blush. The moment was
well worth it.

It was
with that thought of cute that Draco spun back around to face
Hogwarts and that tree. He slowly skated backwards facing the shore
with about a hundred meters separating him from the shore.

Twisting
his right foot slightly, Draco felt a difference in the ice beneath
him.

With a
movement of his left foot, Draco heard the cracking of the ice
beneath him. Changing his balance to still his movement, he felt
himself freeze.

His eyes
widened as the ice beneath his skates splintered.

Before he
could blink, he felt the ice cold water sting his eyes and face.

It was
like nothing he had ever felt before.

It
enveloped him in an icy embrace.

Weighed
down by his cloaks' heaviness, Draco moved his arms to try and do
something.

But he
found he could do nothing.

The cold
invaded his lungs and the Slytherin blacked out.

PREVIEW:
Draco meets his ancestors and is revealed a surprising secret.

I hope u
enjoyed the first chapter from Iris Wood. I promise that Draco and
Harry will get together soon, please just bear with me.

I've only
ice skated a couple times in my life, after all, I live in Central
Florida.

Any
errors with this story are mine.

Please
forgive me if the spacing is a little off. I work better with
paragraphs and professional writing. Separating paragraphs in the
style of fan fiction was a little hard for me. That may also be why
when my other fics are examined, the style maybe a little
unconventional.

Before
anybody asks about more details on the Sixth year events, things will
be revealed at my own leisure.

No, Ginny
and Harry were never a couple. It could be said that they are beyond
friends.

If there
was any doubt in anybody's mind, Sirius Black is dead. At the moment
.

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