Disclaimer: I have now saved up around . . . err . . . $65 . . . the bribery is going well yet for some reason JK just wont sell me Harry Potter . . . it's only a matter of time though.

Ok, seeing as I have finished with that evil thing called a disclaimer I am now going to thank my most fantastic little reviewers . . . I luff you guys . . . you all rock so much.

GravityDrop: Nope, this chapter is not in Ron's POV . . . actually Ron won't be for a while. And as for the fight against good old Voldie . . . well you'll just have to wait and see now won't you? Thanks for the review . . . I love questions!

aniolek: Oh I love getting people hooked! It's so much fun! I also love that you like my story. I'm honoured and completely humbled that you think my writing is brilliant . . . that is such a lovely compliment. As for Harry and Malfoy, well there will be much development between them (no slash by the way). I'll try to keep my grammatical errors to as few as possible. Thanks for a fantastic and very informative review!

Aislin-Black: Once again I have to say that this is one bloody groovy review. I'm so happy that you like this story, it makes me very proud. Your comments are brilliant, thankyou so much for your review. I can't tell you if Hermione will tell Harry so you'll just have to keep reading to find out ;)

charliegirl2: I have a new chapter! It's been a while though. I hope I don't make you cry with this one . . . well, it would tell me that I got the emotions across so maybe I do sort of I hope I make you cry . . . but that sounds evil. Oh well, I hope you like this. Keep up the great reviews my groovy equal number one fan.

PhoenixPadfoot89: Updating! Thanks for the review, I hope you keep going. Reviews are so groovy . . . reviewers are so groovy too! Thanks heaps dude!

DanniBannani: OOO another great review! You and GravityDrop are such great reviewers! Such fantastic comments, makes me so happy. I'm glad you like my story, I like it too. Have I told you, you rock lately? Well you do! Thanks for the review!

The Amazing Snorkack: Hello! Thanks for the review, don't worry, you haven't killed my plot, well not yet anyway. HAHAHA. Thanks for reviewing, hope the monkeys are treating you well!

Great Scott that was fun! I just wrote all my thankyou's while listening to Elvis, I'm sure there all very err, well let's just not go there.

A/N: Sorry times 100000 that this has taken a while to get up; I've been so very lazy lately. I'm kicking myself for not updating anything for ages. Don't kill me if I take ages for the next chapter, I have just gone back to school and it's very annoying at the moment so I'm a little bogged down but I swear I'll try to update ASAP. Great now on with the show!

CHAPTER 8

MALFOY'S POV

I've come to the conclusion that my life just isn't worth living. Yes that's a very dramatic statement but I truthfully mean it. I don't see the point of continuing. Every time I look into the mirror I see a younger version of my father staring gauntly back at me, reminding me everyday of what I will eventually become. I try to talk myself out of it but there is no way I can stop the unstoppable. Believe me, I've thought up a heck of a lot of options to stop myself becoming a death eater and none, I repeat none of them will possibly work, especially turning towards the light side, looking for allies there to save me from my father and his fucked up master. No, no one would help me in the light side, I've personally stuffed up any chance of being accepted by the. If I tried to run to them they'd send me packing, they wouldn't trust me. I don't blame them either, I mean, I've done some bloody awful things to the people on their side. For example; being one of the bane's of Harry Potter's life really doesn't help me in the acceptance department. Frankly, I've given myself one screwed up reputation at this school. Everyone thinks I'm the dark, evil Slytherin Prince of maliciousness. They think I'm a misogynistic, sadistic bastard who takes pleasure in berating people and toying with girls emotions. They think I'm the over confident, self assured prat my father brought me up to be. Well, it wasn't only my father; my mother fed a lot of bull shit about bloodlines and upholding family honour into me as well. I have the most fucked up evil, heartless wacko's for parents. My father is some power crazy psycho's lackey willing to do all his dastardly bidding and my mother's a crazy pureblood obsessed megalomaniac with nothing better to do than plan my marriage to Pansy "pug" Parkinson.

Not to mention my father is an escaped convict with a "dead or alive" reward on his head.

Because of all this I have decided that my life is not worth continuing. I think I should just end it now and be done with all the crap the life throws at me.

I need saving. I'm slipping away and I think that only one person could ever bring me back to life.

Harry Fucking Potter

Yes I know I've said how much I hate the bastard, ok, how much I hate that I have no grounds to hate him on. But he is seriously the only one who can save me from myself, my parents and my fucked up future. He is the light sides golden boy. He's never been blinded by bloodlines or backgrounds. He's fair and willing to give people a chance to redeem themselves. If I could just get him to listen to me then I may be able to convince him that I'm not just an evil Slytherin, that I'm a human being who needs to live my life the way I want to, not the way my parents plan for me to live it. I want to fight for the things I believe in, not the things I've had fed into me since I was born. I want to show them that I don't think mudbloods even exist. I want them to know that I detest the dark lord and I hate my bastard father too. I want the world to see me as someone worth giving the time of day to. I want to be respected for being a good person rather than because people are so fucking scared of my family that they feign respect.

I want a second chance.

I know it's my fault that people think horrible things about me. It's my fault because I had a choice. I could have chosen to rebel against my father before I was portrayed as a slimy Slytherin git. There was a time when I believed my parents drivel about bloodlines, I thought I was superior and my father was proud of that. But it changed, how I'm not too sure, but my views on life really did change.

I want people to know I'm not my father.

As I was saying, Harry Potter is the only one who can help me. I want to show him who I really am, that I've really changed, that I want to help him in his cause.

He has most likely got the worst opinion of me out of anyone else in this godforsaken institution. I have not once given him any clue to what I feel and it's going to be very hard to start now. But I do have a slight slither of hope, I have hope because I know that he truthfully that he doesn't hate me. There is hope that I can prove myself to him. He will listen to me, I know it. I know because I think that he has some of the same thoughts and feelings as me. I think that he wants the world to see him as he is, just like me, he wants to prove himself as Harry, not Harry Potter, like I want to prove myself as Draco, not Draco Malfoy. He would understand my hatred for the dark side. He knows what my father's like. He knows what it's like to live with Voldemort looming over you, even though for different reasons. The maniac's out to kill Potter but he wants to recruit me, ironic really.

I really need him though. He's my only hope.

I would love to see the expression on his face if he ever found out that Draco Malfoy said that about him. It would be absolutely priceless. But then he'd probably get angry that yet another person was depending on him. He knows the world depends on him. It must be an awful burden to bear. I can't imagine how it would feel to have the entire wizarding world relying upon you to destroy a terrifying force of evil. How he deals with the pressure surpasses my imagination.

I'm so lost. I'm so fucking helpless. I need aid.  I need real trust placed in me. I need my parents' expectations to be blown into oblivion. I need to live. I need to be my own person, to live as me. I need to escape from my emotional shackles.

I hate crying. I hate how this affects me. I hate way too much. I have that tell tale tingle in the back of my eyes and my nose that's demanding for me to release my tears, to tear down my floodgates and just let go, begging me to come back to life, to feel and to be real. To build my courage and get down on my knees and beg for assistance

I can feel myself slipping into a mortifying black hole.

Someone has to help me

Please

Please

Oh god

Please don't leave me out in the night

Bring me back into the light

Wash away my bloodstains

Dry my eyes of all tears shed

Break away my dark shell

Bring me back to life

Give me hope,

Hope that comes in the form of someone who considers me as nothing but an enemy.

I'm losing site of the point of life.

Take me away

-Draco-

A/N: I hope you enjoyed that!!! Please leave a review to tell me how it went . . . I was a little shaken up writing this. I'm also going to post this without re reading it through and checking for spelling errors 'cause I just can't be bothered at the moment. I promise I'll go through it and fix them all up but I'm too tired and I just want to stop my guilty feeling by posting this already! Argh! Ok ta ta until my next instalment. It shouldn't be too long in the coming.

Right then, I'm signing out now

CharliePotter