A/N: This is my first fanfiction EVER, so please be nice. I know this is short, but I promise the chapters will get longer.
I have issues with remembering to write this sooooooo - I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER-
"Why couldn't you be more useful?"
"Why are you so pathetic?"
"Why couldn't you be more like Harry Potter! He could do magic since he was 1!"
Draco Malfoy couldn't count how many times he had heard these questions from his Father, how many beatings came afterwards.
Many called Draco a child. He wished that he was. He honestly couldn't remember a time when he ever was. He always felt like a shadow, something that was just there, only thought of in the off chance that it's noticed – even then it was forgotten quickly. At a very young age he taught himself how to ignore his emotions.
He stopped crying when he was only 3.
He stopped smiling by 4.
He learned a spell that create a different him, one who could hide in the back of his mind and feel things for him. They wouldn't become one until his soul-mate kissed him three times.
This other him would sometimes act out and he would feel reminiscences of emotions.
He could feel slightly irritated, never angry.
Itchy, never pain.
Content, never happy...
He and his other self had a very good deal. His other self lives in his own world and he would stay in the outside world. The only down side, he didn't know right from wrong, so he would simply follow orders.
People quickly learned to stay away from Draco. His eyes were always blank, it was as if he could stare into someone's soul. His Father received complaints about how creepy his son was, and began to instruct him on what he should feel, he couldn't feel so he acted as if he could.
This was perfect for him... Until he met Harry Potter.
His other self fell in love. It was so strong that it pained Draco. He hadn't felt an emotion so strongly in so long that it surprised him. His heart beat harshly in his chest, and he felt uncomfortable. When Potter turned his hand down his other self transferred a huge amount of hate and anger. Once again Draco was overwhelmed.
The 'feelings' would emerge every time Potter was near. It would make acting like he hated him easier. His Father often demanded he feel hate, it was hard to act as if he could actually feel such a powerful emotion, unless Potter was involved. This went on for a couple of years, but during the tri-wizard competition he heard that Voldemort was to return. His other self made him feel irritated at the thought, so he began to destroy the Dark Lords chances.
This led to the last task of the competition he stealthily made his way into the maze and as soon as the Dark Wizard was distracted, about to kill the Hufflepuff, he sent his own Avada Kadavra. He had already silently gotten rid of all of the Horcruxes on his own. Destroying Potter's and the Headmaster's wand was slightly more difficult without getting caught, but he did it none the less. He simply glanced blankly at the two looking at him in shock – the Deatheaters all ran. "I was never here." With those four words he apperaited into the stands, ignoring the shocked looks of his fellow Slytherin.
Both the Hufflepuff and Potter appeared in the middle of the arena, ending it all in a tie. Draco turned away and returned to his room, packing everything. There was only two more days left at school till everyone went home. His other self was nervous and slightly sick. It seemed his other self didn't approve of him killing anyone. He saw no difference between right and wrong, so he pushed his other self away with ease.
Suddenly Snape appeared and said to follow him.
His other self was always fond of Snape, so he followed without question. He was led to the Headmaster's office, where the Hufflepuff and Potter were seated. He was asked to verify their story and how did everything lead up to that moment. He felt slight annoyance about the fact that the two students ignored his words in the maze.
The whole story was told in a monotone voice, scaring most of the occupants in the room. This was their first true look at outer Draco.
The Headmaster immediately thought is was shock of killing someone. For the first time in years Outer-Draco laughed, it was so hollow and rough that it caused everyone to flinch. He looked the old man in the eye and said words that haunted the occupants of the room. "It's not shock. I just don't know how to feel. I stopped having emotions around the age of four." He stood bowed and left the office, returning to his shared room. He got down on his bed and slept the next two days away.
He spent the summer receiving punishments and hatred from his Father. Draco never even cried out, he simply stood after each punishment and walked away. It was easy to say that by the end of the summer even his own Father was weary of him. Once the summer was over he found himself back on the train, returning to school once more. His other self seemed excited. Blank eyes turned to stare at his reflection in the window. Perhaps this year would be different?
The door slid open behind him, his eyes met with startling green eyes within the window's reflection.
"Potter." His drawl.
"Malfoy." Usually shy.
"Need something?" He asked with prompting from his inner self. Potter smiled. "Yes. Can I sit here? Everywhere else is full."