Harry walked down the halls of Hogwarts. It was midnight, as it usually was when he chose to walk about the school. He needed time to think, and to really just be alone. He loved Hermione and Ron dearly, but sometimes they suffocated him to a point of almost wanting to shout. Their obsessive worrying over him was starting to grate on his nerves. He walked down the dungeon's winding halls, this being one of the only places left unexplored by the Boy-Who-Lived.

He stopped walking when a musical cord rang through his ears. He strained to listen for more, but was disappointed. He was about to start walking again, thinking himself mad for hearing things, when the cord struck again, and was proceeded by another and another. Harry followed the sound, and came across a door he'd never seen before. The door was ornately carved with little stars and a long serpent like dragon which was winding its way up. He touched his hand to it, and the dragon opened its eyes. Harry was taken aback, but quickly recovered when the dragon did nothing more than look at him.

He turned the handle cautiously, and peered inside. He saw Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin-Ice-Prince, sitting at a grand piano, playing as if he'd played the song a million times. Harry was just about to step back from the private moment, when Malfoy began to sing.

"Merlin help me, I don't see how I can live this way, and I don't know why He's touching me." It was obvious to anyone who, and what Malfoy was singing about. Even with his back to Harry his voice just carried, and Harry vaguely wondered if Malfoy had ever taken lessons. His pale hands glided across the piano perfectly.

"Won't you shine in my direction and help me? Won't you lend me your protection and help me?" Malfoy wanted help? No, no that can't be, he was an evil git who was happy to follow in his father's footsteps...wasn't he?

"Merlin help me. Believe me, this wasn't what I wanted, but no I can't leave, He's got me." What did Malfoy mean by that? 'He's touching me, He's got me?' Did he mean that Voldemort...oh Merlin! "Won't you shine in my direction and help me? Won't you send me your protection and help me?"

Suddenly the pace of the song picked up, and Malfoy was now rocking his body to the beat of the music because he was moving his hands across the piano with such a rapid force. "Am I guilty or am I just waiting around for the tide to come in so the truth can come out, and if I had a Galleon for every time I repented the sin and commit the same crime; I'd be sitting on top of the world today. I'd be sitting on top of the world today."

"Merlin help me, and just maybe I'll learn to help myself. Speak to me. Don't leave me. He's burning me." Malfoy's voice sounded like the epitome of sorrow and regret, and Harry felt a little heartbroken because of it.

"Won't you shine in my direction and help me? Won't you lend me your protection and help me?" Why was he still standing there, this was his enemy! Okay, so he had a nice voice, and sang a sad song. That in no way shape or form gave Harry permission to stand there and gawk at him. Why did he suddenly feel the urge to help Malfoy!?

This really did not fit Harry's preconceived notions on Malfoy. It was like everything he knew about the blonde headed Slytherin had been a lie, but that was preposterous!

"Places everyone, this is a test. Throw your stones, do your damage. Your worst and your best. All the world is a judge, but that doesn't compare to what I do to myself when you're not there." 'All the world's a judge?' That was a bit rich coming from Malfoy, but then Harry supposed he had judged Malfoy before getting to actually know him, and this song was proof enough.

"Don't make me choose, I've got too much to lose." What did Malfoy mean? 'Make me choose?' That didn't make any sense, but he repeated it. "Don't make me choose, I've got too much to lose. Don't make me choose I've got too much to fucking loose!" Suddenly the piano stopped, but Malfoy's shoulders still shook, he was crying. So this is the real Draco Malfoy, Harry thought, as he quietly shut the door, giving Draco the privacy he deserved.

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A/N: Okay, I'm not quite sure what to say about this story as of yet, but I already have about three chapters written already so those will be up shortly. The song that was used in this chapter was 'God Help Me' by the wonderful Emilie Autumn, if you haven't heard of her before go look her up on youtube. Obviously I changed the words from 'God Help Me' to 'Merlin Help Me' It makes more sense because Draco wouldn't believe in a muggle God.

Anyway, I hoped you liked it, please review.