Hey people… don't have to review if you don't want to… be honest…and ummm its my first story so don't be so hard on me okay?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I only own the plot.


Chapter One

She was sitting in the couch reading again. He came in 5 minutes later; quietly he goes towards her and puts his arms around her waist. Then he gives her a kiss on the cheek. She turns around and smiles.

"hey Harry…where have you been?"

"Out with Ron and Ginny At Hogsmeade"

"oh okay...are you hungry?"

"no, I'm fine, I'm really tired. I'm going to sleep okay?"

"Okay goodnight"

Harry leaves and she sighs. She sits back down on the couch and starts to think.

I can't help but feel like an old lady… I mean I care for Harry and he cares for me but caring isn't like love… I want to fall in love…everyday I feel as if were married for like a million years…yet all the girls want him and we chose each other…but I want something more…I want someone willing to try something in the muggle world without me begging them to…what am I going to do. .I don't want to hurt him but I'm slowly thinking its time that we talk…What are you going to do Moine…what are you going to do…

Harry was lying on his bed too. He was also thinking

Harry old chap can't you see it? Mione's not happy with you… I think she is better off as a friend…WHAT? What do you mean? She cares for you!... She may care but that's not enough!... you should let her go…don't…let her go…

His mind was fighting against each other and it's been happening for along time. Hermione and he were spending the summer at the Burrow with the Weasley's. He can feel how dull they became and he cared so much but he could feel that they were slipping away.

Across the wizard world he was lying on his bed. The room was basically all black. He was running his hand through his hair and started thinking.

Malfoys hate mudbloods, half bloods….Purebloods rule! Yea right… It sucks…life sucks… training dark magic… being abused…shit anybody has a better life then me… I'm so tired of feeling alone…I just want a friend…I mean I friend I can trust…someone to confide in…I already know I'm never going to love... let alone fall in love…I hate being Malfoy! MALFOY! I mean I have a name…Draconis Chad Malfoy... being a Malfoy is all I have its like Draco is a hollow name… I hate my life... born to please 'father'…such a jackass…I have nowhere to go… the mansion is a hell hole... back to Hogwarts I'm the most hated prat there… well actually respected prat…I get hollow compliments…no point of just sitting around…I should get some air before that asshole comes for me to duel…

Just like that Draco gets off his bed and goes to the secret compartment on the wall of his room. Putting his hand on the wall he says "tutta la fede passa attraverso questo portello" (all faith goes through this door) and just like that the wall opens like a door. Walking through the door, it immediately shuts, and Draco looks around him…bottles of vodka...beer...scotch….knives…swords…pocket knives…daggers….and his favorite knife/dagger….engraved with a dragon and D.C.M. in the background…Walking past that he opens a closet and there he pick up his muggle clothes… Black sweat pants, muscle shirt, and a black slipknot sweater. After he puts it on he leaves his compartment and back to his room. He quickly puts a satin robe over what he wears and leaves.