Nobody really understood him. How could they? He, all his life, hid behind a mask. A cold, bitter, sad boy – Draco Malfoy, Slytherine and son of the Lucius Malfoy, had but one single moment of pure unadulterated bliss.
Before he even entered Hogwarts, before he became who he is today, he met a boy with black scruffy hair and brilliant green eyes in an old playground.
He found him interesting. He knew he wasn't supposed to talk to Muggles. His dad, who carelessly left him to wait on a bench at