Disclaimer: I don't own anything (mores the pity).  Or at least, I don't so far.  You may get some of my inventions later in the story.

Note: This story will at some point be slash so *shrugs* well, if you don't like it, don't read it.  Flames will be used to cook marshmallows.

Chapter 1 – Blood and Tears

He all but ran onto the train, frantically searching for an empty compartment.  As he slipped into the compartment and pulled the door shut, a bead of blood formed on his lip.

"Damn!"  He licked it away.  "I wasn't that nervous was I?"

He seemed to rather enjoy drinking the blood now flowing freely from his lip.  He curls up in the corner of the seat, his body now shaking with sobs.

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All conversations stop.  All eyes turn to the silver Adonis now boarding the train.  Some shine with respect, some with desire, and some glint with hate.  However, this is not the Draco Malfoy famed throughout the school for his cruelty.  This is the boy behind the mask.  Once aboard the train, Draco relaxes.  With a sigh he opens the door of the nearest compartment and stops with a gasp.

"Potter…"

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So.  What do you think? Should I carry on with it?

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