A/N: Alright. Like I've said. Don't worry! I haven't forgotten my other stories. I will be pumping out a few more chapters to my stories. Anyways, hope you like it. Thanks to all of my reviewers. Here you are.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all the characters belong to J.K Rowling.

The World Hidden Away From Him

"So I was thinking," Pansy yelled thoughtfully from Draco's bedroom as he dressed in his walk in closet. "What would you think of going out today?"

"What? For a walk around the garden or something?" he asked. He'd only been allowed to go to certain places and only while his father was around. Such as, out to dinner and to certain gatherings. Naturally this made Draco slightly quiet around people.

"Nope," Pansy said, picking up a small skull necklace Draco had hanging around the edge of his headboard. "I was thinking more of Diagon Alley…"

"Really?" Draco asked, practically falling out of his closet, one of his pale muscular legs not quite inside of his pants. "Why there?"

"Why not?" Pansy asked. "They have some great little restaurants and such."

He'd only been there a total of three times that he could remember and he hadn't been allowed to look around. And go there without his father for once? That was something he could only wish for. He couldn't understand why his father was so protective of him.

"I don't think so Pansy," Draco said doubtfully, although she could see a longing in his eyes that saddened her inside. "It's not that I don't want to…it's just-"

"Mr. Malfoy?" she asked.

"Yes exactly," Draco murmured, but Pansy was standing up as his father strode into the room.

"What are you doing?" he asked. There was no menace in it, he was simply curious.

"I was getting dressed for the day," Draco replied with a shrug as he dove into his closet again to find what he was looking for.

"I see…" Lucius mused. "Well, your mother and I have been talking, Draco. And we've decided it's time for you to have some vacation time to do what you like with."

Draco poked his head out from his closet doorway with his eyebrows raised.

"What?" he asked.

"Yes," Lucius replied. "You're quite ahead in your studies. You're past seventh year level and truthfully, you could graduate now if you wanted to…"

"Right," Draco muttered. But he was looking at his father who seemed to be thinking deeply. Draco tried to read his thoughts but was pushed out immediately. He looked away quickly, and down at his feet.

"I believe it's time you started training," Lucius said after a moment. "So perhaps we will have you graduate early."

"Um…okay," Draco said, shuffling nervously. Death Eater training. Fantastic. He rolled his eyes.

"Mr. Malfoy?" Pansy blurted out suddenly. The two blondes turned their attention towards the petite girl standing at the foot of Draco's bed. "I was wondering if I might be able to make off with Draco for a bit today. Seeing as it's his vacation and all, so we can go and get something to eat?"

Lucius thought for a moment and nodded.

"I suppose that will be fine," he drawled. "Just be back in time for dinner tonight."

Draco stared at his father in disbelief as he left to go do whatever it was Lucius Malfoy did on a Saturday. After he was well out of sight, Draco turned to Pansy with a huge grin on his face.

"I can go!" he said. He then slipped his black T-shirt over his head and Pansy came to him, and wrapped her arms around his broad torso. She always loved hugging Draco. He was so manly. Yet he was still slender. Built like a seeker but of course wider than she was.

Draco put his combat boots on, and stood up quickly.

"Right," he said. He pulled out his wand and did a quick brushing charm much to Pansy's surprise.

"Draco that's illegal!" she said.

"No," he replied simply. "We're under my father's roof. The Ministry can't penetrate it."

He then blew in her face.

"Do I smell fresh?" he asked. She nodded. And the two of them left down the steps to find Narcissa standing there.

"Hello mother," Draco said surprised to find her there. She nodded, her hair done up elaborately. Pansy stared at her in awe as she did most of the time. This sight was nothing unusual for Draco.

"You're looking well," Narcissa said with a smile. She embraced her son in a motherly manner, stroking the back of his neck and then breaking away. "We need to get you tidied up again, dear," she murmured. "Turn around."

Draco did as he was told, slightly embarrassed, seeing as Pansy was watching. Narcissa uttered an incantation and bits of blonde hair fell to the marble tile. She'd evened up his hairline.

"There you go," she said, brushing the back of his neck. She then pulled out a black leather pouch. "That should be enough for whatever you want to do today," she replied happily. Narcissa was so proud of her husband. He'd finally allowed Draco out of the nest without supervision. Draco was going out to spread his wings for the first time. And with a girl no less! She hoped he'd make friends. And she was happy Pansy was around. She could keep Draco out of the clutches of unworthy company.

"Thank you mother," Draco said, slightly surprised at the weight of the pouch. "I'll be home in time for dinner," he replied kissing her on the cheek. She smiled brightly, nearly glowing with pride for her only child.

"Go on then," she said. "Daylight's not going to wait forever."

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Draco stepped out of the carriage after Pansy, smoothing his hair back. It was slicked with gel already; he was just making sure it wasn't sticking out at odd angles. He looked slightly worried as he slipped his black sweatshirt over his head.

"Don't worry," Pansy said. "You'll be fine."

He looked down at her and nodded. She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze and found that when she went to pull away, he didn't want to let go. So she held on, her cheeks reddening yet again. She was going to be seen holding hands with Draco Malfoy! Not like many people had seen him before, but they had heard of him, seeing as he rivaled many students his age and older. And for other obvious reasons…such as his father was a Death Eater…But not many people could prove that.

They entered a small restaurant to find most tables occupied, so they sat down and waited to be seated.

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"Oh great," Hermione Granger said, her eyes narrowing. "Look who's here."

Her two best friends looked up from their food and towards the door.

"Parkinson," Harry murmured with a shrug. "So what?"

And it was then that she was followed in by a tall young man about their age, if not a little older. Harry raised one of his dark eyebrows slightly at the sight of him.

"Hello…" he murmured. "Who's this?"

"Holy be Jesus!" Ron said after a moment. "That's Lucius Malfoy's son!"

Harry leaned forward hoping for a better look. Oh yes, they'd heard a lot about him. Hermione scowled.

"So that's what he looks like," she growled. Not only was he a rival in her studies, but he was also good looking. Why was the world so unfair? He looked slightly nervous as he rolled up his sleeves and sat down next to that little skank Parkinson.

"Where have they been hiding him?" Harry asked his brow furrowed.

"You don't know the story?" Ron asked. He brushed a piece of red hair out of his eyes, and leaned forward.

"No," Harry said. "Remember? I live in the muggle world most of the time. I don't hear all of the details. And the Malfoys aren't exactly our main topic of conversation."

"Well. Lucius Malfoy's been home schooling him even before we started school! Who knows what he's learned over the years. Truthfully, I wouldn't want to run into him in a dark alley. He could probably do some ugly things, mate."

Harry had Malfoy focused in his sights. He'd never been so curious about another human being before.

"They hid him away. Don't know why. But knowing Lucius Malfoy nothing good," Ron went on. Harry nodded. "And from what my father's told me, he's not allowed out of the Malfoy Manor grounds. Must be a sucky way to live."

"Maybe Lucius Malfoy died," Hermione snickered. The three of them laughed.

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Draco had spotted a dark headed boy and his friends. The boy had his hair spiked up and all over the place giving him a look to rival Billy Idol's. From what Draco could see, he had a lip ring and his ears pierced. His arms had a few tattoos that Draco couldn't make out and he wore an old tattered looking shirt, which was tight on his form and revealed his muscular biceps. He couldn't see the red head's face but his hair was longer than the dark headed boy. And the girl…well she was a little prettier in the face than Pansy was. Her hair was straightened and sleek. She wore heavy eyeliner. He couldn't tell much more from where he was sitting.

"Oh look," Pansy murmured. "It's Potter and his friends."

"Where?" Draco asked looking around.

"Right there in the corner. See the boy with the lip piercing?" she asked.

Draco was shocked.

"That's him?" he asked astonished.

"Yes," Pansy replied. "What did you think he'd look like?"

"I don't know," Draco said with a shrug. "Smarter?"

Pansy snorted.

"Potter's far from a nerd, Draco," she said. "What do you say we go over and say hello?"

Draco looked at her his eyebrows raised.

"I thought you hated them?" he asked.

"I do," she replied standing up and striding towards the table.

"Pansy!" Draco called. But she merely motioned for him to follow her. He got up with a sigh and the two of them made their way to say hello to Harry Potter.

A/N: I know Draco may be slightly out of character in this one but he won't be for very long. No worries. Review if you want more.