No one had ever told him that it was okay to have flaws. No one ever told him that it was okay to fall down some times, and then get back up. No one ever told him that it was okay to say no, it was okay to believe what no one else did. No one told him that he didn't need to keep up appearances.

No ever told him that he didn't need to keep secrets.

Draco went about his entire life living the way they wanted him to. He had no choice, they choose everything. He never once questioned, he jsut did. He was existing, not living. No one would believe him anyway after all people only knew what they wanted them to know. Oh, but Draco ahd a talent, he kept secrets.

All kinds of secrets good, bad, ugly, pretty, sad, happy, unwanted, wanted. Some of them others, most his. Secrets kept him going. They put the coals on the fire. They hugged him when lonely was there. Secrets were his and his only, they were his secret.

No one ever told him it wasn't good to keep secrets.

No one told him anything.

He was happy though with only him and his secrets.

His first secret is his best one.

Some one told him it was okay to be happy.