A/N: OK, this is the second fan fic I've given a go at. I sorta slipped into a fiction coma and only produced poetry for a few months, but alas I have returned, whether you like it or not. This one's a bit different....

Disclaimer: If I owned them, do you think I would be this bored?

Draco's sixth year was probably the worst he'd ever had. He was a completely different person than he had been. His whole life up until this point had been a lie. He did everything his father asked of him. He hated his father, but was doomed to become just like him. No one here really knew him or what he'd been through, and they would never know.
"Look at him! He thinks he's so cool. 'Ooh, look at me. I'm so dark and mysterious. Love me, I dare you' Blimey, he's hit a new low."
"Oh, come off it Ron. I don't think it's like that at all. He looks so.... sad."
"Don't tell me you're falling for the crap, 'Mione! That's exactly why he's doing it, he wants attention."
"Well, that eyebrow piercing is very becoming on him, and those bondage straps, while crude, are almost enticing in some way......"
Ron looks at Hermione, clearly appalled. "You've got to be kidding."
"Oh, bug off, Ron!"

It's not like I can't hear them. I know what they say. It's not true though. I didn't do it for attention. I did it to disappear. I did it so they'd leave me alone. I know what they think, but they don't know. They have no idea....

A/N: Ok, I guess that's it for now. Wow, that's really short. I'm working on the next chapter. You know, the story, the real meat and potatoes. So you'll get at least one more, regardless of whether you want one or not, and after that you'll probably have to ask for another. I know this was more like and intro than a chapter, but please review and let me know what you think so far. Is it intriguing? C'mon, any takers?