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Draco Malfoy propped open his window, breathing in the cool fresh air that greeted him. Despite the size of the Malfoy manor, it would get quite stuffy and claustrophobic, especially when Lucius was not happy. Once the powerful man got upset, it was all taken out on the nearest thing. More often than not, the poor house elves were at the brunt of his anger. Occasionally, though Lucius denies it, Draco has been at the other end of the attacks. Tonight was no different.

The fresh air was a literal breath of relief, cooling his headache and sore sweaty body immediately. Bruises would now adorn his body for days, making the few school days difficult. Winter break was over soon, his lonely solitude coming to an end.

If Draco was honest, he preferred being alone and secretive at the Malfoy Manor. At Hogwarts, Pansy followed him around and clung to his arm as if she let go, he would fall off a cliff. Blaise, Crabb, and Goyle teased him relentlessly about his 'weak' and 'girly' hobbies. Just because he liked drawing and music.

'Chin up Draco. Suck in your stomach Draco. No quivering Draco. Say anything wrong, and you don't even want to know.' Draco mocked in his head, chuckling slightly at what his parents pestered him with. When he was home, they didn't talk to him much. They all lived separate lives, having dinner once a day and occasional important events. Either way, the hours of solitude outweighed the hours of torture.

His mind itching for something to do, something he knew was nearly impossible. Lucius would be checking on Draco soon, apologizing and showing fake remorse for his only son. After fits of anger, he usually wanted to say he was sorry just for the sake of saying it. That way, Draco couldn't claim his father never apologized.

"Please father if you're going to do your petty apologetic whimpers, do it now or so help me-" Draco sighed, speaking allowed as he turned around. Lucius was standing in the now open doorway, his brows squinting with fury. Draco grimaced, regretting his words the instant he stopped speaking.

"Draco." Lucius stated, his face clean from any emotion. Draco swallowed a lump in his throat, fighting back his urge to cry in fear. Malfoy's never cried, ever. It was too weak and shallow.

"Father. I'm sorry for my words, I never meant for them to be heard. I do not truly believe you whimper apologies, I just-" Draco began to ramble before his words were spit out of his mouth by a rough slap to the face.

"Speak that way again and the bruise that is adding to your pale, chubby face won't be the only one." Lucius growled, releasing Draco from his grasp. Swallowing whatever fear was in his throat, Draco cowered to his closet as soon as Lucius left. Inside held a guitar case, in the case, the musical instrument itself.

After many years, Draco had learned how to conceal his hobbies. Playing guitar was a great pass time, but considered weak and girly for a Malfoy boy. Music was calming for him, instruments becoming a productive pass time of his. Draco had been dragged down a dark path for the first 15 years of life had left it's scars, self inflicted and not. But once he discovered how fun playing the guitar was, that habit had been kicked away almost instantly.

Hiding from his father, Draco shouldered the guitar and slipped out his window. His father was most likely in his study, planning his next conversation with You Know Who. Talking to the Dark Lord was not something to do on a whim, careful planning is always needed.

As he crept outside the fence, the cold nipping at his body, a house elf spotted him. They were told to never inform anyone of one of the family members whereabouts, but after the beating, Draco worried his father had instructed them to inform him immediately.

Breathing heavy, he waited in place, his eyes closed, ears listening for movement. When no one came, he knew he was safe to play the guitar. Fiddling with the strings a little, he began to play a tune. Nothing special, nothing pre-written, just a fun quick thing.

Instantly, Draco's mind was brought back to the mystery girl who called herself 'Jane Doe.' It obviously wasn't her real name, Jane Doe being used for patients in hospitals or morgues that were unidentified. The girl wanted to remain a secret, but why? Was Draco that intimidating?

The answer is yes, he was.

His Malfoy persona that he was forced to live by plagued his everyday. No one wanted to be genuinely friendly with him, well, no one besides Pansy Parkinson. But for all Draco cared, she could vanish one day. This 'Jane Doe' was far more interesting, much more up his sleeve.

"Well, maybe someday I'll get to see her again." Draco whispered, mentally cursing himself for sounding like a love struck maniac, but he also laughed. The thought of him being a decent boyfriend was ridiculous, the only relationship he really knew was his parents. Being a boyfriend was not something he could do to standards.

The air biting his fingers to numbness, Draco decided it was time to go back to the manor and wait it out. Break was almost over, it can't be too bad. He had music and that would have to be enough.

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First official chapter, hope you all enjoyed! I tend to write shorter chapters, so this one is actually long for my normal. That way I can write more and get more chapters out faster. I hope you all understand that and are okay with it.

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