Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of it's characters, that's J.K. Rowlings privilege.

Author's Note: I'll try to get a new chapter up every Thursday, but you know, I'm famous for empty promises(sorry!)

Warnings: Mature content! But who doesn't love mature content!

Summary: Draco has a soft spot for the boy in the apartment below his. But what will he do when he finds out this boys identity?

Chapter 1

Apartment 506

"You idiot boy! I have half a mind to beat you to the floor now!" A high and shrill female voice screamed. Draco froze. Not again… He had been hearing the same noises for over a week now, ever since the new family moved in. He and his mother lived in the penthouse suite in downtown London. The occupants of the apartment below theirs could never seem to get along. One boy, the one with the tenor voice, was always getting picked on by an older man and woman and a boy with an oddly high voice that Draco thought had belonged to a woman the first time he heard it.

But this time seemed different.

The boy wasn't scampering across the floor, hiding. He seemed to be holding his ground. Draco couldn't resist putting his ear to the floor. He heard nothing for a while until he heard heavy footsteps come down the hallway. The door opened and slammed shut. "Sugarplum!" The shrill voice said again, "I caught this little bastard trying to sneak food out of the kitchen," Her tone of voice indicated that she was proud, as though she was giving a great present to her husband. "Will you punish him?" She asked nervously.

"Of course I will! Why, I'm going to beat the little rodent until he returns to the hole he belongs in!" The man said. More footsteps followed. A short while later, Draco heard a sob escape from the torture chamber the poor boy was in, as he was what sounded like struck several times and then thrown against the wall. "Don't you ever take food from your aunt and me! We work hard to give you a roof over your head, and what do you do? You get greedy and take from us! We give you two full meals a day, but that wasn't enough for you, was it? Hmmmm? Thought you deserved a little more? What do you do around here, anyways? Nothing, that's what! You are a worthless little piece of scum and you are lucky we didn't leave you out on the streets," the gruff man yelled. The boys will that he had had previously seemed to have disappeared as he was still for the rest of the night.

Draco Malfoy was perfectly content to stay in his bed that morning. After what happened last night, he didn't want to get out of bed and have to face the world again. Narcissa, however, had other plans. She shook Draco awake at some early hour in the morning, screaming,

"Get up, you imbecile! Don't you know what time it is?" Narcissa's son groaned and rolled over, looking at his clock. 5:00 AM glared back at him in neon green letters. He groaned again. Of course Draco knew what day it was. He was just trying to avoid it. The ineludible fact was clear now: Draco Malfoy was going to Hogwarts whether he wanted to or not.

"Can't you give me just five more minutes?" He whined, his silver blonde hair flopping over his face as he buried himself in his extra soft duvet.

"No! Why would you even ask such a thing? Today is the first day of school, and we have to get to the train station before your wretched father so we don't have to see him!" Narcissa shrieked. She was obviously in a state of panic. Draco sighed. It had been like this since his parents got divorced. His mother had to get to work first, go to the library first, get Draco up first, all so she could avoid Draco's good for nothing father.

Groaning one final time, Draco rolled out of bed and fell onto the floor. Too exhausted to get up, he laid there for some time until his mother found him again. "Draco Lucius Malfoy, get your lazy arse off the floor and get dressed! I am not afraid to drag you to the station in your pajamas." That got Draco going. The blonde shot up like a rocket, and stumbled into the bathroom to put himself together for the day.

Draco groggily looked at himself in the mirror. He was sixteen years old, merely a boy, but he had been the man of the house ever since his father left them for that skank, Parkinson. He and Pansy had been such good friends before Lucius cheated on his wife with Pansy's mother. Now every time they made eye contact, it wasn't the same. They didn't wave at each other in the halls, they didn't say hello in Potions, and they didn't even tease Hufflepuffs together. It was lonesome only having idiots like Crabbe and Goyle as friends.

Draco was shocked out of his remembrance by a sharp knock upside the head. "We need to get going! Your father could already be there!" Narcissa was in a panic, double and triple checking that the servants were double and triple checking Draco's luggage, making sure he had everything he needed for the upcoming school year. Draco muffled a laugh in his hands. The one good thing that came out of the separation was that Mother had the better lawyer. She got to keep all their fortune, and Draco, with her through the separation. Lucius was stuck with the Parkinson's middle class house in the suburbs.

Ha! Draco thought. Suburbs…

Draco looked at the mirror, and smiled a bit. He then got to work on his twenty minute beauty regimen, styling and gelling his hair, applying moisturizer, smoothing his already perfect Muggle outfit. He turned around and caught a flash of his arse in the tight Muggle jeans. If Muggles can do one thing, it's make an ass look fine! He thought. The blonde nearly giggled at the thought of Crabbe and Goyle wearing jeans. It was almost too ridiculous of a thought for him to contain his laughter. He sobered when he turned back around and saw his face in the mirror. It was sallow and he had deep bags under his eyes, evidence that every night leading up to this day had been restless. He remembered why he had been so reluctant to go to school.

"Malfoy! We're leaving!" Narcissa cried in a strangled tone of voice. The blonde knew his mother was desperate to avoid Lucius, so he smoothed his jeans one last time, walked downstairs and then outside towards his Rolls Royce. I'll admit, Muggles make some pretty swanky cars, too, he thought to himself.

As he settled into the leather seats, he thought about what he had heard last night. That poor, poor boy, he thought. Of course, it was none of his business to meddle in others affairs. The number one rule in the Malfoy household was to be the best at everything, but the second rule was to not pry. Draco, however, was not the typical Malfoy.

"Stop," he said to his driver, who slammed on the brakes. "Wait here for a minute," he requested as he stepped out of the car. "I'll be back soon," he said in response to his driver's protests. Draco walked calmly to the front doors and grabbed the sterling silver handle. Entering the shimmering lobby, he strutted up to the girl at the front desk. "Amelia, you are looking lovely, as always," he stated smoothly. Amelia's eyelashes fluttered as she looked down at her computer.

"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, you flatter me," she spoke softly, with a musical lilt in her voice. "What can I….assist you with?" She said in a seductive tone, playing with the top button on her blouse. Draco could barely contain his disgust. This woman was no better than Parkinson. Slut. He kept his gaze on her eyes and said just as seductively,

"I would love it if you could let me go up to Apartment 506. I would like to discuss something with my neighbors." Amelia looked a bit disappointed at his answer, but gave him her elevator pass so he could access the 5th floor. He smiled and shook her hand, letting his hand linger a little too long across her fingers. Of course, Draco wasn't actually interested in Amelia, but it was always good to have someone working for him on the inside.

He entered the gleaming elevator and inserted the card into the slot and then pressed 5. He waited a few moments as he listened to the song, Canadian Sunset. He hummed along, knowing the tune only because Grandmother loved it and would constantly play it whenever he visited her on the lake. A few seconds later there was a light ting! emitted from the elevator and the doors slid open. Draco stepped out into the highly furnished hallway with deep blue walls and crown moldings across the beige ceiling. The blonde counted the numbers on the doors. 502, 504, ah, 506, he thought. He rapped his knuckles on the door and waited several seconds. Nothing. He knocked again. Still nothing. Knowing his driver was getting impatient, Draco turned around and walked back downstairs.

Waving at Amelia as he left, Draco felt disappointed. That was his last chance to save the boy that he heard through the wall. Now he was off to Hogwarts and wouldn't be seeing his home until Christmas. By then, who knows what could happen to the unfortunate boy.