My second realization was one that Crabbe and Goyle let me know of. It was as I just stood around outside letting my mind drift, while making sure it didn't drift to a certain thought that I knew could not be true, and Potter's little gang walked by. It wasn't that I did anything out of ordinary; it was more of my absence of doing anything that confused the two.

"Hey, Draco, ain't that ol' Potter and the happy couple?" Crabbe said to me, referring to Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley, obviously expecting one of my infamous snide remarks about the Boy who Shouldn't Have Lived.

"Yeah…" was all I said; I just wasn't in the mood. Goyle and Crabbe exchanged a glance with each other that said "Yep, this guy's a total buzz kill."

"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" Goyle said, trying to sound like he wasn't annoyed by me.

I knew very well that they were annoyed, however. I would be, too. But really, these two should be able to function on their own and not need me to lead everything they do! God.

After that, I really just wanted to be left alone. So when Pansy ran up to us and started fawning over me as usual, I hit my limit and stormed off, leaving the three idiots behind.

Not sure of where I was going, I walked briskly through the halls in a sort of fury. It occurred to me that I had no reason whatsoever to be so upset, but for some reason something in my mind decided I should be anyway. Thoughts buzzed through my head like a hundred Quidditch games were being played in my skull. It was all so disorientating that I can't even really remember what I was thinking. All I know is that I somehow ended up in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

I approached the mirror and looked at myself closely. What the hell was wrong with me?

I couldn't see anything that was physically different about me. Of course, what did I expect, the answer to my sudden outburst of emotion would be printed across my forehead?

Having seen enough of myself, I slid down the wall until I was seated on the floor up against it. I put my hands over my face, gripping onto my silver blonde hair as though trying to get a grip on myself again. Actually, that's exactly what I was trying to do.

I can distinctly remember what went on in my mind at that point. My thought process went something like this:

I'm angry.

I'm upset.

All the time.

Nobody.

Nobody makes me happy anymore.

I cannot be happy.

No jokes.

What

happened

to

me?

(you know it you know it's all because of)

NO!

(you're different you're not what you were supposed to be you are a)

I have to be me again.

It doesn't matter what I'm feeling now.

This is when I made the decision to force myself, FORCE myself, to act as though everything's still the way it was before. By doing this, I'd eventually be back to normal, and this rough patch would be forgotten.

Now, this did work for a little while. In no time I was back to my good old self- unleashing hate and cruelty towards filthy mudbloods, basking in the admiration of Pansy, Crabbe Goyle, and many other Slytherins, and, most importantly, ruining the life of stupid Potter.

I still can't believe I stayed so naïve for so long.


-END OF CHAPTER 2-


Author's Note: Hey, guys, I hope you're enjoying the story so far. I have a request of you- can you please review my story so that I know what I can improve, change and fix up? I'd really appreciate it! :)