So here ladies and gentlemen is another chapter! YAY! I don't own Harry Potter, he belongs to J.K Rowling.

Chapter one

HP

It hadn't been his intention too see, it had been a coincidence. Harry had tried to get away from school, his friends and everything else for just one moment.

Even though he really liked Hogwarts and his two best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, he just couldn't be with them all the time, he needed a break from everything in order to not explode. Because if he did explode his feelings would all come up from the surface. The pain, hate, fear and hurt were just a few, but they were the ones he tried his best to hide.

Everyone thought of Harry as a courageous hero who had survived the most evil wizard there was. Even though there was almost always a smile on his face, Harry was in reality broken. The years spent with the Dursleys, knowing nothing about his parents, always being alert if danger was hiding in the corner plus not knowing who he really was made him go insane.

Sometimes he hated Ron and Hermione, the pity in their eyes and the expectations they had on him. He hated when people pitied him, did they think it would make him feel better? Why did they expect so much from him anyway? He was just a simple human being. Why was it always him fighting against the Dark lord, risking his life. Couldn't Dumbledore do it? Or at least someone who knew what they were doing.

Of course he hated the Dark Lord for killing his parents, he would hate anyone who had done that. But the thing was, he didn't wish to risk his own life. He always felt like a puppet being used by everyone around him. Sometimes he wanted to be mean, like Draco.

Draco could say cruel things without second thoughts. He wanted to be able to do that once in a while. Like saying to Hermione that no one cared about her being oh so smart, because there weren't that many who liked a smart bitch. Or saying to Ronald that his family could mind their own damn business, because they pissed him off.

But that was something he could never do, unlike Draco he had a conscience.

Back to the story. He had followed a Slytherine in his invisible cloak down to the Slytherine home. While there he had gone to their toilets and locked himself in a booth. Why? Well the Slytherine male toilet (he didn't have the courage to go to the ladies) was the only place were his two best friends or teachers wouldn't go looking for him. And he only went there when he knew most of the students would have classes or during lunch. It had become his sanctuary.

This day he had gotten company by someone unexpected. "Damnit!" He had heard a very familiar voice shout. A door opening, footsteps, a spell locking the door and deep breaths. Where had he heard this voice before? While reflecting on it he had heard sobs. Sobs so unnoticeable that he had had to look if the person was really crying.

He had opened his door enough to be able to see, but so little that the person wouldn't notice. What he had seen had truly shocked him. At one of the basins a boy with blonde hair and pale skin was looking at his wrist. At first Harry hadn't noticed because of the shock from the tears running from Draco's cheeks, but he finally had caught sight of something crimson red dripping down his wrist.

At first he hadn't taken in what it was, but when he realized what it was he became so shocked that he couldn't help but gasp.

Of course Draco had heard and had turned around in a flash, making the blood fly. "Shit!" he'd said quickly making the blood and wound go away with a spell. Then he had moved quickly to were Harry had been hiding. Opening the door to find… nothing, nothing but silence. He had sighed with relief, no one had found out about his secret. He felt relieved, or at least it should have made him, but it only made him feel… lonely.

Harry had stood completely silent, not moving a single muscle, trying hard to control his breathing. Draco hadn't noticed him, but was still standing in front of him. At first all Harry had thought about was trying to not get discovered, but then he saw Draco's eyes. He never noticed before, but Draco's grey eyes were truly beautiful. Then he saw something in them he thought he'd only see in his own eyes, loneliness, sadness and chaos.

He had stood there paralyzed, only looking at those eyes. "Why does Draco have those kind of eyes?" He had wondered puzzled.

Suddenly Draco had moved, making Harry come back from his trance. The blonde boy had sighed, then walked out of the bathroom looking as he had usually done, snobby, mean and full of himself. But Harry, sitting on the toilet, knew he had discovered something about the boy that no one else had. And he wanted to know more. He needed to.

TBC