Chapter 1

Nobody wants to walk the world alone.

We may think we're surrounded by people,

But in reality, we're not.

We may think we'd be better off alone,

But that's not true.

Everyone needs that special someone.

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I was patrolling the halls when I first heard it, the music that came from the abandoned music room on the third floor. I didn't even know that the room even existed, until gentle music lead me to her, the girl who played music in the abandoned music room, on the third floor.

I admit that I'm not very interested in stuff like this, but with all the pressure, from my parents, from school, from keeping up my reputation as Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Prince, this music, somehow, seemed to take my mind off of all that.

I walked to the door, where the music came from, and slowly opened it. At first, I expected it to be a piano that had been charmed to play on its own, but sitting in front of the piano, with their back to me, was a girl with long pale, almost white, blond hair. She hadn't noticed me come in and so I sat down next to the door. The room was medium sized room and the ceiling was rather high. Dust collected on the dark hardwood floor and the shelves of the room contained tattered books, along with a few instruments. I was a bit surprised that there was a chandelier in the center of the ceiling, however it wasn't lit and cobwebs had made themselves at home. The only light came from the candle next to the piano and from the light of the moon, which shone through the circular window beside the piano.

I closed my eyes and as I listened to her play, I noticed how the song sounded happy, but also sad as well. My childhood memories resurfaced, from the dark depths of my mind. The image of my 6 year old self, playing by myself came up. I remembered how lonely I was, with my parents away all the time, my father always at the ministry or my mother always at a friend's, having tea and discussing whatever it was they discussed about. My 6 year old self turned into my 11 year old self. I was having a talk with my father, in our sitting room. He kept going on and on about carrying on the Malfoy tradition, how mudbloods and half-bloods didn't deserve the same amount of respect as a pureblood, and all I did was nod my head and say "Yes, sir" and do everything he asked of me. My 11 year old self turned into my current, 15 year old self, the Prince of Slytherin. I was surrounded by girls. They squealed things like "Draco, do you like my hair today?" or "You like me best right Draco? Right?" My peers patted me on the back saying things like "Looks like you still got it." Or "Nice catch, mate." But the girls and my peers turned into dark shadows, I couldn't hear their voices clearly anymore. A feeling of loneliness came over me. I feel so alone among these shadows…

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The last note I played, seemed to hold out for the longest of moments. I felt calm and at peace. For those few moments, I'm playing the piano; I'm at peace, even though I usually feel lost, confused, and utterly alone. I pray to the Lord for strength.

I stay seated in front of the piano for a couple of moments, before looking down at my watch. 12:30. Is it really that time already? I should really be getting to bed. I really shouldn't be staying up so late; I wouldn't want to be caught out of bed by a prefect, or a teacher, like Snape.

I stood up and left the piano. I turned to the door and nearly had a heart attack. For sitting by the door was none other than Draco Malfoy…who was, to my luck, fast asleep. A sudden feeling of relief came over me. Putting on the hood on my cloak, I continued to the door, but before leaving I looked down at the "Slytherin Prince". For all the rumors I've heard of him and of his family, he certainly didn't look like he was belonged to a dangerous dark wizard, pureblood crazed, family now. His face was very calm and he looked very…innocent. I gazed down at him for a little longer. He certainly does look like he could be a man-whore though.

I left Draco Malfoy, to sleep in the abandoned music room on the 3rd floor, to go back to my bed in the Gryffindor common room. I didn't dare wake him. He'd probably give me a detention the moment his eyes shot open.