He hadn't lived a life of affection. He had no one to turn to, to talk to, to confide in - not that he'd want to anyways. His father taught him that displays of feelings made you sensitive. A pussy. There wasn't much he had done that didn't seem to disappoint his vile father. His mother, too scared to stand up for herself, didn't bother loaning a thoughtful ear his way in fear of repercussion for "babying" him. God forbid he be shown a shred of humanity. Drugs, booze, women, repeat. This is all he had to make himself feel. That allowed him to. All other aspects of his life were frozen, cold as his heart was taught to be. Even his friends were only his friends for appearances. Just a part of his fathers circle. He didn't allow himself anything more than that for fear of it, too, being stripped from him. That was until a certain Beauxbatons Academy transfer found herself continuously thrown into his path. Draco may find that the drugs, booze, and women he warmed himself with were not the only source of warmth - perhaps this newfound warmth feels better than all the rest. And perhaps he cannot resist the temptation, consequences be damned. --------------------------------------------- This is an 7th year AU fan fiction. Some of what happens canonically in 6th year, will happen instead in 7th year in this story. The timeline of the war is going to be different so please be open-minded. This story will contain mature content (18+ only)