Hey ya all… my first Harry Potter fanfiction… I don't own any of the characters… if I did… the books would have been mine I tell you and I would be on a sunny beach with a cocktail right now…

Alright so.. this is about Draco Malfoy getting to grips with his past.. with a little help of course… (no slash.. yet…)

Well…. Uuh soo.. here it goes… thanks for reading!!

I watch you from across the dining-room. Your silver eyes hard and cold and your evil sneer in place. The ice-prince is what they call you, what I used to call you, but after last night…. You turn to one of your 'friends' and they laugh at something you say. You laugh as well, but it doesn't reach your eyes. I can see that from here but they don't notice.

Last night is still fresh in my mind as I pop some food in my mouth. I hadn't been able to sleep and had taken my invisibility cloak to take a walk around bored. I was stunned to say the least when I saw you and your father as I walked outside. I couldn't hear anything but saw his lips move. It must have been some spell. Your hands moved frantically – I assumed you were trying to explain something – he just gave you an evil sneer and his fist caught you in the face. You barely seemed to acknowledge as you simply turn your head back towards the elder man. Briefly I see hatred and anger flash through your eyes. Just for a second though before your icy mask returns. Then your father waved his wand and I was shocked as a whip appeared in his hand. He yelled something and once again for a second I saw something flash through your eyes… fear maybe? Your father grabbed you by the arm, spun you around and pushed you to the floor where he proceeded to hit your back over and over again with the whip. After what I was sure to be an eternity he seemed to get bored with the torture device and the whip disappeared. I saw another evil sneer as you laid there you back bloodied and your robe shredded. The man stood over you his wand razed. I watched his lips as he clearly mouthed 'crucio'. My eyes widened as you body started to spasm on the floor but still you stay silent although you eyes were closed in pain. After what seemed yet another eternity he waved his wand again and it was over. The silencing spell ended. The blond man muttered another spell and your wounds disappear and your robe magically was whole and clean again "you're nothing but a worthless piece of crap, don't you ever forget that" he sneered a broom flying towards the man's side and he swung his long legs smoothly, gracefully over it and sped away.

I kept staring as you rose to your feet. You clenched you jaw – I guess to suppress a groan, the spell you father had cast must have just been to cover up, not heal – you staggered towards the entrance of the school and I followed unsure why I even care after everything we went through, we've been 'nemesis's' from the very first time we met. Before we enter the school you straighten your back and strode inside in the proud, aristocratic way that came with you name.

You seem to joke with your table but you have hardly touched your food. I feel a hand on my shoulder "everything alright?" Hermiony asks and I nod "why wouldn't I be?" I ask her. She shrugged "you haven't said anything since we sat down" she replied and I see the worried look on my red-headed friend as well. I smile shaking my head "I'm fine" I assure them.

That night I wonder of with my cloak again. I just can't seem to fall asleep. I hear something and hide but then I realize it's you. You creep around silently heading into a bathroom. I follow, curious. When I enter I hold my breath for a minute. You stand there a small dagger in your hand that you slice across the pale skin of your arm drawing the bright-red blood in a strong contrast against the white. You slice again and again. And the look on your face is one of sheer relief. I quickly rush to your side loosing the cloak as I do so and grab you hands. You look up dazedly your silver eyes meet mine "Potter?" you ask softly you voice without the usual sneer and malice. I simply nod "What are you doing?" I say softly still shocked. You frown as if you're still not sure what is happening then it dawns on you and you snatch your hand away from mine the mask back in place "What do you want Potter?" you sneer although not as fierce as usual and I see the tiredness in your eyes. I sigh "What are you doing" I repeat myself staring at the dagger in your hand and the cuts on your arms.

Well… thanks for reading everybody!! Hope you all liked it! If you did please let me know… same goes for if you didn't since some constructing criticism never goes amiss. I would also like to know if you may have ideas for the story don't hesitate to get in touch!

Love ya all

Xx Malou