Warning: This is an shounen ai story & also my very first fanfic so it probably isn't that good ;D

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, it all belongs to J.K Rowling.

I'm not good at explaining the story or stuff like that, so if you have questions just ask^^

INTRODUCTION

Draco saw them, not only that, he could heart hem clearly. Very clearly. They thought he didn't, but they were fools. You would be deaf if you couldn't hear. Everyday at least five people would try to suck up to him; they wanted to bathe in his so called ´glory´.In their eyes he could get whatever he wanted and he didn't have to be concerned about his future. It was all so laughable, they thought that being friends with him meant free stuff. Oh they were so kind when they had that illusion, always looking at him with those greedy eyes, saying things to make him feel good. "Draco, your so cool. I can't believe you got so high scores." Was one of the things they would say, but once he'd left the room, their true faces appeared. "Bet his father was involved in some way", "You'll know he's gonna get good grades at Snape's classes, he's his godfather for crying out loud!" They always thought he didn't hear, but he did. They didn't understand how hard he had to work to get his fathers acceptance and love, they didn't want to. It seemed to him that no one wanted to see how much he really struggled. It was during their first year at Hogwarts that he had learnt how false everyone was.

Draco had made many friends, or so he thought. They always made him happy inside. Wherever he went they followed. Whatever he did hey would do the same, like bully Potter and his friends. He had thought that they had really liked him, like they cared for him. He couldn't remember ever feeling that feeling he had felt then. But one day he had overheard them, the words, the laughs and the hate they felt for him. It had made him feel so empty and cold. Like he had lost everything in one single breath. The next day he had ignored them, like they didn't exist to him. And starting that day, he had built a wall around him. So that no one could get near his heart, or his soul ever again.

But it still hurt every time he saw them, like someone punctured his heart. The only way he could get rid of the pain and angst he felt was being mean to people. Even tough he knew they didn't deserve it. But after doing something horrible to others, he always felt guilty. He wanted to apologize, saying he couldn't help it, or even giving them a hug. Especially when it came to Potter and his friends. After calling Granger a mudblood, the guilt had made him feel so bad that he had thrown up only minutes after. Or all the times he had made fun of the Weasly family, it had tormented him whenever he saw them. But the one that made him feel down to earth rotten was Potter. He knew what he had gone through and was going through, he had it even worse than himself. But still, he couldn't help himself.

The guilt he felt had gone so bad that he had started cutting himself, but no one ever noticed. He had found a spell making the scars disappear. But he really wanted people to se. He wanted someone to tell him everything was going to be alright and give him a hug. Someone he could trust. A person he would allow to know him through the concrete wall. If he ever met that person he would give him/her his heart.

TBC