A/N I don't own the characters just the plot.

-1 Searching for a Hero

Chapter One

I feel my cold hands glide over the ivory keys that I once knew as my only friend. It amazes me how much I have changed since I have come to this damn school. Once I could sit here on my bench and play the ivory keys of my family heirloom. Now I am stuck here in my room(which, thanks to father, is one of my own)playing a baby grand which seems like my only source of sanity. It's been so long since I have actually had time to sit down and feel the actual music course through my veins, to feel every beat in my heart and as the last note comes out I know that I'll hold a bated breath. Ah, it has been so long. Now I wait daily for my routines that control my every move: a class here, a class there.

Nothing can prepare these idiots for the real life ahead of them. I have seen hell and witnessed many things that would turn stomachs, all thanks to my father. I long to be free of the strings that hold me - this marionette life is eating at my very soul.

If only I could be like her and her damnable necklace that never fails to draws my attention. That topic is another subject altogether, one that I never focus on for long periods of time.

I hear the lunch bell, dreading actually leaving my haven. As I exit the door I feel the normal glaze that follows me, it's either of hate or envy. How could anyone not envy or hate the great Draco Damien Malfoy? I give them every reason to. As I walk through the thick tattered oak doors with disgust, I know that some idiot will approach me and congratulate me on my victory in our game against Hufflepuff. Why can't they ever leave me alone?

I aim to sit down with my acquaintances. Blaise Zabini, a good friend of mine, just looks up and then lowers his eyes back to his plate of bacon and eggs. I know Blaise well enough to realize that he doesn't talk unless he needs something or is in the common room with just few other Slytherins.

He is so much like me. He is a loner. The only difference between us is that Blaise doesn't play music like I do to let the anger out. No he chooses to draw (which he is terrific at), yet like me, he will only let a few people see his true passion. Passion and happiness is not a emotion we were allowed at home - emotion is weakness. A lesson that all the purebloods were taught from birth.

I sit to the right of Blaise. On my other side I have the thing, yes thing, that annoys me. Pansy Parkinson. The insufferable woman who thinks I'm her "toy" to be had. I haven't dated her nor will I ever! She's a blonde bitch that only wants guys who buy her things, and in return she will do any favor that they ask.

"It's wonderful that I have such high judgment of my schoolmates," I scoff at myself.

I sit here idly playing with the food on my plate. If only I could disappear and head back to my chamber to my piano so I can stay in the shadows. It's the only thing that keeps me sane amidst this chaotic world that I live in.

I lift my eyes to the person who drives my senses to the edge and makes me question all that I have been brought up to believe. She sits there staring at her brother, the idiot, silently waiting for someone to ask her how she has been or just say a simple hello.

But no one ever will. They're all too scared to talk to her because of her high and mighty brothers.

It amazes me how much you can love someone and not even know a damn thing about them. I can feel from where I'm sitting there is emptiness inside her slowly seeping. Why can't anyone see that? I sigh, knowing that there is nothing that my mere musing can change or will help.

I shift my attention elsewhere so I'm not discovered. No one must know that I secretly covet her and want to help her. I'm no saint, I don't want to help her to be the perfect, happy person. No, I want her for her tears. I want her heart and her innocent soul. It drives me mad to know that something so treasured is wasted on someone like Potter. Somewhere inside me I know that if I could have her that I might get the same treatment and indulge myself with something so innocent. Selfish as I have always been, I growl frustrated at myself and listen to the conversations around the great hall. I hear " her" name being called. I recognize the voice of the caller without raising my eyes. It belongs to Saint Potter.

I hear the words so clearly.

" Ginny, I'm sorry about you not having a date to the ball but ... I finally made my mind up about whom I'm going with and I decided that I'd rather go with Cho."

I know that she won't say a word. She will meekly nod and bow her head down and accept it. I have watched her long enough know that she is not made to argue or fuss. Even though her heart doesn't understand she will do what is right .

I hear something unexpected instead of my assumption. I hear scraping on a bench and I turn my head towards the sound. I see those familiar eyes that haunt my dreams and inspire my playing -those confused storm hazed golden eyes bore into my mercury ones. I see that tears are begging to be shed but her stubborn chin tells me that she is too proud to cry here. She looks away when she realizes that I'm looking back.

If only she knew what I felt for her and how much her eyes bore into my piece of a soul.

I watch her walk away, her hair bounces along with her near break-neck speed , the only thing I can see is the flash of crystal and robes. I darken my thoughts away from my feelings, knowing that nothing can come of them. They're as useless as my father instills in my mind. I distantly hear the bell chime for me to go to the first class of the day. It depresses me further knowing that my next class is double potions with those damn Griffies.

I stand up and I feel the customary weight of my heavy black velvet robes. Every step I take is like a weighted burden. Every Slytherin surrounds Blaise and I. We may be loners but our house respects us. After all how else would I have gain the name Slytherin King? I really don't know how that name really came about, the only thing that I could gather is because they fear my power and influence that I have gained through the years of being my father's son.

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