You Don't Know Me

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Warnings!: Contains slash DracoxHarry, other minor pairings like RonxHermione Ginnyx? And so on! May contain mature content later on.

Disclaimers: I do not own any Harry Potter Characters. I also do not own the song you don't know me By: Elizabeth Gillies , that this story is based from.

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Draco only wanted to be noticed.

Truly and compassionately loved. Not pushed away with materialistic greed, he himself suffers. He never had a warm home or happy friendships, it all circled around two things: money and blood status.

True, this is pure blood society, the most prestigious bunch of people, raising spoiled, racist, aristocratic children, but Draco cannot say much about this as he falls under all of these categories.

He even falls under the worst of all, a Death Eater.

One of the most irreversible deeds Draco has ever done. Truthfully he rather had died than face the aftermath of the wizarding world. He once bullied the Weasley's for being at the bottom of the social ladder, but its humiliating to admit, he is where they once stood.

Ron Weasley, best friend of Harry Potter, a boy that basically grew in the dirt of society was granted the Order of Merlin: second class, while Draco, born with all of the extravagances of the wizarding world and ex-death eater, was stripped from all of his titles and is practically spit on.

The once Ice Prince of Slytherin has now turn even more cold. Not once has Draco's lips even lifted into a simple smirk. Society has made him build up his walls, so no one can penetrate his true self.

Draco sighed, as he layed on his bed in his families mannor, he no longer wishes to stay there, but he doesn't wish to venture out elsewhere. The mannor brings back terrible memories of a psychotic snake living within his own home. He shudders at the mere thought of that man.

Draco really does not believe his life could get much worse.

A peck at his window alerted him of an owl's presence, getting up he lets the owl in and unties the letter, and the owl promptly leaves.

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Harry just wants to be understood.

Never, not once in Harry's entire life has he been understood. He has never lived his own life, he has always been living based off of someone else's plans. He just wanted a normal life.

Nothing is ever simple for Harry Potter.

Harry has been harassed by reporters almost daily since the end of the war, his life has been nothing but in the spotlight, ever since.

Granting the Order of Merlin: First class was one of the only highlights up to date. He hasn't even continued seeing Ginny, honestly, he never plans to get back with her. He has his suspicions he may be gay. His past relationships have just been awkward. With Cho he thought it was incredibly awkward at first because she was still grieving Cedric, but then with Ginny everything came into light, that maybe he just isn't that into girls.

Merlin forbid that he ever comes out with that knowledge, the whole bloody wizarding world would know by sundown.

Sometimes, he hates his life. How everything just turns to shit before it ever turns good. How everyone who comes into his life gets taken away just as fast. His whole family is dead, parents, Sirius, Remus. If it wasn't for Ron and Hermione he probably would have killed himself long ago from insanity.

No one, no matter who they are can live through so much trauma and still be sane. So at this very moment, Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, the savior of the wizarding world is sitting in a shrinks office at St. Mungos hospital for his private session where he can floo in and out of.

"So how were you this week, Harry?" Dr. Auburn asks, his note pad and pen waiting in the air to scribble down any notes. Dr. Auburn is a nice middle aged man, with a balding spot right in the middle of his head.

I have been better. "Brilliant!" Harry lies, one thing Harry has become good at is, keeping up a mask of delusion.

"Oh? And what have you been up to?"

Sitting at home and doing nothing. "I went out with my friends and talked about the repairs for Hogwarts, you know its opening back up in September, and they are having everyone return for eighth year, even me."

He nods and takes the change of subject, while his pen is jotting down more and more notes, every session that obsessively scribbling pen makes Harry more and more paranoid. "Yes, I heard about that how are you feeling about going back? It's only in two more weeks."

Harry opens his mouth to respond but is interrupted by Dr. Auburn's secretary knocking and coming in the room, "I'm sorry, excuse me, but, Mr. Potter has received an urgent letter."

Taking the letter, Harry opens it and reads it.

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Dear future Malfoy and Potter heirs,

This is a letter of acknowledgement of age and competence of magical maturity. This signifies the alliance of the Potter and Malfoy families.

Declared on:

November 5th, 1959

By:

Charlus Potter

Abraxas Malfoy

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Arranged Marriage? Apparently life could get worse.

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