Author's note: This Abi's new story, and it is slash, so if you don't like slash then sorry but i do so yeah.
Abi just thought of this so she is not yet sure where it is going to lead to.
Which is funnny becuase Abi's other story Love Lost Love Found, she knows where it's leadin to, she just doesn't know how to get there.
Anyways, I'll let you read it now.
Chapter one will be up soon!
One boy two masks
I can't believe it.
It's really over.
Can't you understand I'm not ready?
Can't you see my father would beat me, kill me and then bring me back to torture me again?
Why can't you see?
Why can't you understand?
If you really loved me then you would be standing by me, proving to me that my fears are wrong.
I knew this would happen.
You promised me it wouldn't end, you wouldn't leave.
But you did anyway.
How much did I mean to you?
Did you even care?
Do you know how much pain your making me feel?
Because at the end of it all, I was just a great fuck, wasn't I?
A summer fling.
Something to toy with before you leave for university.
Well good riddance!
I hope you plane crashes and you burn.
No I don't.
I won't stoop down to your level, to my father's level.
Why can't I stop thinking about you?
You know what?
Screw it, I am not going to spend my seventh year at Hogwarts crying, misering over you!
Screw it!
Screw you!
I am going to find someone to really love, someone who really loves me.
That's more like it…
Draco Malfoy, after three days of solid tears, three sleepless nights, three days of being heartbroken, finally managed to fall into a soft sleep where once more, just like they used to, dreams of true love welcomed him.
Draco Malfoy had two different masks.
He had two different masks, but never, ever had he just shown himself, be himself.
His first mask was used at school, he acted like a stuck up, proud, horrible, popular git.
And he was pretty good at pulling it off too.
He would tease the first year and make the girls cry, take the boys' sweets.
He would boss his two friends, if you could call them that- not that anyone could or would, and they would follow his every order.
He would flirt with any Slytherin or Hufflepuff in his year.
And to complete this horrible git, he had to have something to hate passionately, no git was without it.
And it just so happened that this turned out to be Gryffindor.
It was fate really, well for his mask anyway, because Slytherin and Gryffindor had always hated each other, right down to Godric and Salazar.
At home he had another mask.
This was where he pretended to be the pure-blood his father wanted, expected him to be.
His father expected him to do and know everything.
If Lucius said be there, Draco was somehow supposed to know where, what time, you get the picture.
Draco put on this mask to protect himself, just like at school, but instead of protecting him he wore this mask so he wouldn't feel the lash of the whip or the wrath of his father's wand.
Not that it worked as well as he hoped.
He still felt pain, he was physically hurt, mentally pained.
And no one, knew the real Draco.
Draco didn't even know the real Draco very well.
And that's what scared him the most.
So, knowing who his masks were he used them more and more, until he started to become them, and forget what he believed in, forget who he was.
Fortunately someone paid attention, someone cared about cared Draco, we can only hope that Draco hadn't entirely become his masks, and he could be torn from them.
And one person tried.
And whether or not they succeed yet remains to be told.
Draco becoming his masks scared him, and he realized that he was indeed forgetting the real Draco, he only hope somebody would be able to help him.
He thought he had no one, and thus, lost hope for being himself, for being caring, for being cared for.
That is where our story begins.