A/N: Well, this is my very first story I'm sharing. Ever. I know it will more than likely be as clichéd as hell but I hope you enjoy it any way. I do enjoy a good cliché every now and then.

Please read and review. I have no Beta so any and all mistakes are my own which I apologise for in advance. All reviews are welcome and any constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated!

Also I apologise for the short first chapter and I will say right away that updates might take a while as I won't always have access to the internet. I know how it feels to start reading a story and find out it doesn't go beyond the first chapter, so feel free to bug me after at least a week of no updates…

Draco's P.O.V

Draco felt like he was drowning. All the thoughts and feelings coursing through his body, filling up his heart and clouding over his brain were going to be the death of him-literally. His father was getting worse. The stress of having to deal with his mother divorcing him was destroying his already cracked psyche. The beatings had increased tenfold and the starvation was at an all-time high. Draco had bruises littered all over his body, he could count his ribs and his vertebrae and he was too weak to even do any homework. He just hoped that he wouldn't get into too much trouble. Knowing his luck he would be in detention for the first few weeks of term. Draco thanked Merlin that today he was going back to Hogwarts; he simply hoped he didn't collapse before finding a compartment-alone.

Over the holidays he had severed ties with all his old friends; Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy. He may be a Slytherin but he did not enjoy all the façades everyone put up and the backstabbing that occurred between them all. It was hypocritical of him as he was probably the biggest liar of them all, the one most willing to stab his "friends" in the back for popularity or power. He was a coward who had had no reason to change. Now, now all the motivation he needed was the desire not to end up as unhappy and broken as his father. The only person Draco would even think about trusting in his house was Blaise Zabini, the beautiful Italian. Unfortunately Draco had a feeling that teasing the boy about his homosexuality had destroyed any chance of a friendship between the two of them. The only reason Draco had teased Zabini was his own jealousy that Zabini had the courage to come out like that and tell the world who he really is. Yes, suave lady's man Draco Malfoy is in fact gay. How did this come about? One amazingly screwed up dream including his Godfather Severus Snape and Draco being used like a dirty cock whore. Needless to say Draco never shared that with any one!

Lucius had a driver drop him off at the station and Draco made his way to the platform. He kept his head down and ignored everyone around him, intent on finding a compartment and trying to complete some of his homework. Draco vaguely registered Pothead and his merry band of Redheads having a group therapy session or something on one end of the platform. Draco found an empty compartment on the far end of the train and stowed away his trunk, once he had taken out his Potions and Astronomy homework. He settled down, spreading his homework on the seat in front of him and was about to get started when the door to his compartment opened and in stepped the Terrible Trio. Draco was frozen in shock, one hand reaching for his work and his pale grey eyes opened to full capacity. The Terrible Trio simply stood stock still and gaped at the sight that greeted them. Potter's eyebrows disappeared into his flyaway hair, Weasley's blues eyes narrowed in suspicion and hatred while the mudb- no Granger, be nice- simply gave him a calculating look, as if he was a hard Ancient Rune to interpret and dissect. "What in Merlin's name are you doing in our compartment?!"The accusing question came from Weasley, how predictable. Draco sighed. He was expecting this. "As far as I'm aware I was in this compartment first and there also seems to be no brand of ownership on this compartment so I do not understand how you can claim this compartment as your own." The Weasels' face was getting redder each moment and Draco continued before he could explode. "However, I am willing to share as long as you do not bother me. Due to some unforeseen circumstances I have some homework to complete and would like to do so as soon as possible." Weasel looked as though he was about to explode, but Granger put a restraining hand on his arm and said, "That would be great, thank you so much."

As they put their trunks away, Weasel and Pothead were grumbling the whole time and shooting suspicious glances this way. Draco simply shrugged, pulled out his i-pod1 and put his headphones in. Soon Breaking Benjamin was blasting in his ears, drowning out the babble of the Terrible Trio and trying to ignore the way his stomach was demanding food. Due to his intense focus on his homework he missed the calculating glance of Granger, the complete bafflement on Weasel's face (this was due to the I-pod) and Harry's jealousy (again, due to the I-pod.) Little did he know that the same thought was running through each teen's head- what the hell had happened to Draco Malfoy?

It doesn't make sense now, but the next chapter will be in Hermione's POV (I think, I'm not a great forward thinker) and her brains will explain everything.