A/N some scenes taken from book and changed around, bla bla bla. I probably won't mention this again 'cause it's boring having to repeat myself. :D Guess what, there's a portion in here in someone else's point of view, YAY!

Also, some of these portions are small. Sorry about that. :)

Oh, before I forget, remember that the italics - that aren't used for letters - is most likely Malfoy/Draco talking to, or at, each other. And that I have made up some things about Unicorn horns. Silly Malfoy. That is all. :D

There was a bloody unicorn. A Unicorn!

Draco stared at the beautiful creature, standing further than anyone else from the animal. Even some of the boys were drifting towards it, but Professor Grubbly-Plank's voice had them backing up, but he couldn't comprehend what the professor said.

The blonde rolled his eyes at the Gryffindor boys who pouted and barely took a step back. Honestly, he couldn't believe that they had gotten to their fourth year without failing.

Catching himself about to nod off, Draco shook his head, hoping that since no one was beside or behind him, they didn't see him.

Show them the clip.

The girls all walked forward as a large gaggle, oohing and ahing at the creature.

When liquid silver eyes of the creature glided over him, Draco felt like he was being judged.

Malfoy's aren't judged. They do the judging. Give them the paper!

"What d'you reckon's wrong with Hagrid? You don't think a skrewt -"

"Potter, really, by now I would have assumed you knew how to read." Grateful for a reason to look away from the blasted animal, Draco then turned to two of the golden trio.

His body swayed just a tiny bit, but he was positive that Harry noticed. The boy with the glasses narrowed his eyes, "What d'you mean?"

So tired, Draco blinked a few times, the silence stretching on. But then he realized what the boy said, and pulled out the newspaper from his pocket. "I must learn to stop thinking you're capable of thought without that mudblood around."

Put me on. Put me on. Put me on.

He watched without feeling when Ron sputtered at him. But Harry grabbed him by the collar and forced his head down to read the article with him.

So tired. It had been days, maybe weeks - Draco couldn't remember - since he had gotten a full nights sleep. He would be lucky if he got more than three hours. Malfoy's voice never let him be.

Put me on. You won't be so tired. Just put me on.

No.

You won't be tired. I'll let you sleep. Just put me on.

Maybe.

Just for a little while. Just for five minutes. Just put me on.

Only for five minutes.

Draco let the mask slip completely on for the first time basically all year.

Malfoy watched the boy's read the article, a smirk on his face. His once slightly slouched posture was back to completely straight. His eyes didn't divert from the anger that rose from the five boys reading the pages - Potter, Weasley, Finnigan, Thomas, and Longbottom.

The most potent were the two boy figures of the golden trio. Weasley was trembling, Potter's hand wasn't completely steady.

Malfoy just drank it all in. He shot a feral grin at Zabini, whose eyes were boring into the blonde. Blue-gray eyes dared the Italian boy to speak up, to say whatever was on his mind. Yet the other boy only narrowed his eyes before focusing on the professor again.

Seeing that the five had yet to finish, Malfoy let his eyes drift over to the plank woman, who spoke of the details of how Unicorns were special.

The only use for Unicorns were their blood and horns. Especially their horns.

It was not spoken of in polite conversation, but Malfoy's were hardly ever in polite company. Unicorn horns were precious things, when taken forcefully. Sure, many wizards waited until a Unicorn died to take the horn to use it in potions and such. Or perhaps they found one by chance after it was shed.

However, it is the horn that is taken that is more useful. For a few hours after the Unicorn horn is forcefully removed, there are two outcomes. One of which is similar to Phoenix tears, where it has immense healing powers. The second is the opposite, the cause of a disastrous ailment that could last years and leave the wounded in extensive pain.

The downfall to using the horn for healing is akin to slaying a Unicorn and drinking it's blood. Using it to harm others will cause the wizard to go mad, creating different personalities inside the wizard.

"How did she find out?" Ron's whisper wasn't enough to shatter Malfoy's thoughts. His eyes were glazed over, seemingly watching the girls pet the Unicorn. They all seemed to ooze happiness, and they didn't seem to notice the shift in the animal's stance when a malicious leer crossed the blonde's face as he stared at the pure, innocent, perfect beast.

No one else saw his expression except for Zabini and Potter. Yet Malfoy didn't care. Nothing they tried could harm him, and if they did, he knew how to catch a unicorn.

After all, he already had to deal with Draco. Draco, who was already giving in to him. It didn't matter if there were others who joined the weak, pathetic little boy who had claim to his body first.

Draco would give in, and the body would be his.

"What d'you mean by 'Hagrid causes harm to the children in his care'? No one's been really hurt. Flobberworms can't bite, unlike what those two idiots claim. And we don't all hate Hagrid, like what Nott said!"

Malfoy turned his head to stare at the boys, his sneer in place, "Well, everyone's Mummies and Daddies aren't going to like having a crazed, half-giant teaching their children. They certainly didn't like a Werewolf, did they?"

"You -"

Potter wasn't able to finish his sentence; Plank interrupted him, "Are you paying attention over there?"

Even when she turned back to the girls, Potter turned back to keep arguing, but Malfoy beat him to it: "I have no more desire to speak to such plebeians such as yourselves. My amusement has faded." With that, Malfoy turned and walked away, seeing as the class had just ended by the sound of the bell.

As he was walking, Malfoy felt Draco fight his way upwards. Try as he might, Malfoy couldn't beat him away. Snarling at Draco, Malfoy faded away; the last thing he could hear was Draco's thought of, that was more than five minutes.

Draco couldn't remember how long he was out. It must have been more than five minutes because he was heading back towards the school with the other Slytherin's with no memory of what happened after he let Malfoy have control.

He didn't feel any better. He was still exhausted, and it felt like he was about to collapse, but it was... nice not having to control everything and let someone else have the reins again.

But... it had been more than five minutes.

You didn't want to put me away.

Yes... yes he did, but... no, he didn't. It was confusing. Putting Malfoy on had only served to make everything more twisted, more jagged. Nothing made sense.

So he wouldn't put the mask on again. Not until he understood everything.

You'll need me again. You'll put me on again. You liked giving up control. You've always liked having someone tell you what to do. You're lost without someone leading you. What you're doing, planning on going against your father, is killing you. You aren't a hundred percent positive of what's going to happen because you're calling the shots. Put me on, we'll handle it together. We'll do as our father says. We'll protect ourselves, and our mum. We'll protect our family.

Draco's body couldn't help but shake, causing both Pansy and Blaise to stare at him. Even though Malfoy's voice was soft and weak, Draco could hear the truth in the words.

And it frightened him.

"Drak - Draco, what is it? Are you ok?"

"I'm fine. I just twisted my back incorrectly for a moment." Draco forced his words to be calm, neutral. "I want to be alone for a while. Leave me."

Pansy nodded once, moving quickly to lay a kiss on the blonde's cheek before leaving; Draco was too tired and lost to really care. Blaise gave him one last, calculating look before heading to the dungeons, or the direction of the dungeons.

Alone, Draco slowly made his way to the library, wishing for some peace and quiet. A time to think to himself.

What Malfoy said was true. He would be able to protect his mother if he only did as his father said. Never had Draco tried to do something by himself, without orders from anyone. He would fail.

But, if he didn't stay, who would be able to keep an eye on the Boy Wonder?

He isn't your concern. Let him die and waste away. It has nothing to do with you.

Draco's resolve strengthened. It had everything to do with him. He owed the other boy, and Malfoy's repaid their debts one way or another.

He couldn't be sure, but he thought he heard a low growl from Malfoy. But it was too quiet to be sure, and he had never heard Malfoy make any noise that wasn't words, so he dismissed it.

No matter what, Draco swore to keep Malfoy at bay as long as he could.

He couldn't stop the shiver when Malfoy spoke next.

You will give in.

Draco made his way to the back of the library, glaring at anyone who passed him. He went past giggling Hufflepuffs, studious Ravenclaws, and chattering Gryffindors. When he neared his regular table, he saw it was already in use.

Angrier than he should be, the blonde marched over to his table and slammed his hands down on the wood. Neville jumped back at the loud thump. His honey eyes locked on blue-gray ones and he froze.

"Well, Longbottom, what are you doing here?" Draco snarled, leaning over the book he was reading.

"I-I'm... I'm studying..." The poor boy was stuttering and Draco could hear Malfoy cackling in his mind.

"Really?" Draco let his gaze fall onto the book, looking at the page. "Really, Longbottom, surely a pure blooded wizard such as yourself would know that Gillyweed allows a person to breath underwater. What were you taught when you were younger? You're as common as mudblood's and muggles. You are a disgrace to your blood. Now move."

Rightly stated.

Draco snarled at the voice, accidentally letting it loose on the Gryffindor boy. "Move, now! Go bother someone else." Already locking the Gillyweed into his memory, Draco pulled his wand from its hiding spot in his robes on his arm.

Neville whimpered a little bit before quickly gathering his things and leaving. Draco watched as the boy scampered off, tripping a bit as he turned a corner.

Safely alone, Draco slid into his chair with an inaudible sigh. He waved his wand and cast a spell that would alert him when anyone got close to his vicinity. Afterwards, he slid his wand away, placing his head on the table.

Without much thought, he wrapped arms around himself, shielding any light from view.

He was so tired, and he couldn't stop his eyes from slipping closed.

Malfoy's don't fall asleep in public. They keep their heads up and stay alert. Even a spell cannot keep all enemies away.

Draco groaned softly, digging his fingers into his scalp. Leave me be. Let me sleep.

Not in the library. What would your family say?

That you should leave me be so I wouldn't have been placed in this situation to begin with.

If you would just accept us as one, I wouldn't have to.

We aren't the same!

Tut tut, such temper.

Draco didn't answer, just digging his fingers deeper, relishing the pain. It seemed to work, as Malfoy's voice didn't say anything more.

Yet Draco raised his head, his vision groggy. To keep himself busy, he pulled out his diary and looked inside. There was nothing new. His father and him refused to talk to each other, and his mother had yet to reply.

Unable to stop himself, he grabbed a quill and ink and began to write.

Mum,

I know you are most likely busy, or you would have answered my last message already, however I felt the need to write.

By chance, I came upon a Gryffindor - Neville Longbottom - reading a book on Herbology. The bloke is a pureblood whose only decent grade is in Herbology. You know how the second task has something to do with the lake, do you believe it could be possible to acquire Gillyweed for Harry?

I was thinking about using Dobby to get it to him, but do you think it would be too obvious? Most house-elves would not do something like this unless they were ordered to. After all, Dobby would be in considerable trouble if he was caught - I was thinking of having him go into Sev's office and get some.

Or maybe there could be something else? I'm not sure. Transfiguration, maybe, but he has never been good at it. This way he'll be able to just consume something and be done with it. Unless he can't swim...

What fourteen/fifteen year old can't swim, though? I think I'm worrying over nothing.

Love,

Draco

Draco put his quill on the table, and stared at the note. His hand had shook so much that his letters were skewed and almost unintelligible. His wording was... disastrous and incompetent. Yet Draco couldn't find the energy to fix it.

Instead, he lowered his head one more time.

Even a five minute nap was better than nothing. Even if Malfoy's voice haunted him. Even if he wouldn't feel any better afterwards.

Harry stared, shocked, at the face of Professor Dumbledore. He blinked a few times before looking over at Ron and Hermione. "Professor... we weren't expecting you..."

Blue eyes twinkled at the three in amusement, "Yes, I surmised as much. Why don't you come in?"

Hagrid was a mess. The man's beard and hair was terribly tangled. His face was blotched with tears and as red as a tomato. His eyes were bloodshot, and a huge hankey seemed to be soaked through.

Fang barked in excitement, jumping on top of Harry and slathered wet kisses on the boy's cheeks.

When he was able to get Fang off him, Harry fixed his glasses and the three began the conversation of why they were there.

They argued with the large man, telling him that they wanted him back as a professor. That whatever that cow of a person Skeeter told was blatant lies and tangled truths to keep the audience captive.

That no matter what was said, the three of them enjoyed him as a professor.

Finally, Dumbledore jumped in and demanded that Hagrid attend breakfast the next morning and that he would not accept any excuses or his resignation. With that, the Headmaster was gone and Hagrid seemed to cheer up a bit.

Harry nearly groaned when the topic changed to him.

"Yeh know wha', Harry? When I firs' met you, you reminded me o' me a bit. Mum an' Dad gone, an' you was feelin' like yeh wouldn' fit in at Hogwarts, remember? Not sure yeh were really up to it... an' now look at yeh, Harry! School champion!"

Hagrid's grin, which had grown while he spoke, disappeared with his next words, which was stated seriously, "Yeh know what I'd love, Harry? I'd love yeh ter win, I really would. It'd show 'em all... yeh don' have ter be pureblood ter do it. Yeh don' have ter be ashamed of what yeh are. It'd show 'em Dumbledore's the one who's got it right', lettin' anyone in as long as they can do magic. How you doin' with that egg, Harry?"

"Great, Hagrid. Just great." All that Harry wanted to do was survive. When the whole tournament began, he had no desire to enter. He was just fine with the thought of someone else having the spotlight.

He was tired of having to deal with everything. How was he supposed to know what to do? He was only fourteen, and he was supposed to compete with sixth/seventh years?

No, he didn't want to win. He just wanted to survive.

Yet, when he was lying in his bed about to go to sleep, he decided to take Diggory's suggestion and go to the prefect's bathroom and give the egg a bath.

Throwing the covers off him, Harry tiptoed out of the room with his golden egg and up the staircases to enter the fifth year's room. Looking around to make sure they were fast asleep, he went over to one of the twin's trunks and started to search around.

"Harry?" A muffled voice asked from the bed beside the one he was by. "Whatcha doin' here?"

"I need my cloak and map tonight."

"Mmm, my trunk." The twin sat up. "Hold on a sec." Getting out of bed, he searched his trunk and quickly pulled the much needed stuff out, but the quiet, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," had him curious. Silence stretched on before the twin leapt off his bed, pressing the map into Harry's chest before jumping on top his twin. "George! I've figured it out! Let's go, let's go, let's go! Get up before it's too late! Bye Harry! George! Wake up you lazy bum! Get up! I know who it is!"

Utterly confused, Harry quietly left the twins to their devices. He went through the common, exited the Fat Lady's portrait - ignoring her when she squawked in anger when she saw no one - and headed for the prefect's bathroom.

He made it to the fifth floor without any trouble, and was about to enter when he thought he had better check the map before he opened the door.

Freezing at the name he read, the map slipped from his numb fingers and floated to the ground, somehow leaving the protectiveness of the cloak.

It lay there for a second, Harry holding his breath. After a minute or so, he hoped that the person was gone, but then the map moved upward with nothing holding onto it.

Quaking with anger, Harry drew his wand. "Malfoy, drop the map. Now, before I hex you senseless!"

Instead of what he expected - Malfoy dropping the map in shock - the map didn't seem to move, at all. As if Malfoy wasn't shocked he was there. But how could the prat even know he was there?

Instead, after a few seconds, the map was held towards him, Malfoy not replying.

Suspicious, Harry cautiously moved forward and snatched the Marauder's Map back. He stared down at the map, and sighed when he saw the dot labeled Draco Malfoy moving away.

Deciding to put the encounter out of his mind, Harry entered the bathroom with the hope of figuring out the secrets of the golden egg.

The twins, both under disillusionment charms, hurried to the hallway that led them to confusion and tests. They waited, paced, and nibbled on fingers, desperately trying not to talk. They didn't know how long they waited.

But finally, finally a door appeared, and without thought, they streaked inside, brushing against something - or someone - as they entered. But the person didn't seem to mind, and the door slid shut.

"Shut up." Malfoy's words were so quiet they could barely hear him. The twins were huddled in the same corner, they pressed their hands to their mouths to keep from making any sounds. They each had their heads cocked to the side, wondering why Malfoy would talk to apparently nothing.

"Shut up." The blonde appeared before them, leaning against the wall, his wand dropping from a limp hand. But then his fingers flew to clutch his head, tugging at his hair. The blonde was pacing, eyes wide. Long, pale fingers combed through his blonde locks over and over again.

"Shut up. Shut up, shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" Malfoy's body just snapped into something else. Lean limbs became choppy in movement. His nails scraping at his face. Gray eyes wild and crazy.

Magic crackled around him; a frenzy of blazing blue flames. They peeled away, cracking at anything within range.

Pictures fell, images tearing and glass shattering. The hammock tearing itself to pieces. The ocean becoming a raging storm. The fireplace roaring to life, flames going mad. The board with the words cracked. The Draco / Dray side becoming completely shattered.

The twins clutched at each other, mouths open in shock as Malfoy rampaged about, screaming at something to SHUT UP!

"NO! I am NOT like you! I am nothing like you! Leave me alone!"

The boy grew silent, but his movements grew more frenzied. He was spinning in circles, the room grew cold. Before they realized what was happening, the room they had been in moments before had changed.

It was cold where they crouched, the carpet becoming a type of wood that drew in warmth. All that was in the room was the fissured board and a floating candle above them that was almost out of wax. It was freezing, and the two clung even tighter to each other.

"Why won't you leave me alone?" Malfoy crumpled to the ground, bringing his knees to his chest. "I don't want to be you!"

The frail boy buried his head, fingers ashen and knuckles tight. His whole body shook, his head shaking back and forth.

Finally, after a long silence, Malfoy banged his head against the wall hard enough for a loud crack to be heard. "Dobby!"

Both set of brown eyes widened. They stared at each other when they heard another crack! and the house-elf appeared. "Master Draco is call- Master Draco!" The tiny elf with huge bat ears raced forwards. "Master Draco, what's wrongs, sir? What is it? What can Dobby do?"

"Make it stop, Dobby!" The boy raised his blonde head, eyes low and tired. "Make him stop!"

"Makes who stop, Master Draco?" The house-elf, though smaller than the young Malfoy, wrapped arms around Malfoy's torso. The moment the boy was held, his magic sucked right back into him. Eyes narrowed in anger, the elf was glaring everywhere at once before his sight landed on the twins. "I will hurt anyone who dares hurt on my Master Draco." The elf rose two long, wax fingers about to snap, making the twins shake against one another.

A low, derisive laugh rose up. Dobby's eyes were wide as they landed on the boy, and the twins just watched with relief when the elf looked away. "You can't hurt him. No one can." Malfoy seemed to shrink inside himself. "He won't be silent. No matter what I do, he's there! Make him go away, Dobby! Make Malfoy go away!"

Fred blinked stupidly up at Malfoy. George watched with his mouth wide open.

"No," the elf moaned, clutching his young charge. "No, this can't happen. Not again." Dobby sent a glare at the twins before focusing on the blonde. He ran his fingers through the hair before the elf jerked it away when the boy flinched. His fingers were coated in blood. "Master Draco!"

But the Malfoy heir wasn't listening, he was still muttering. "The only time Malfoy was quiet was with those two hellions. The time in the owlery and the time in front of the kitchens." Blue-gray eyes misted over. "Do you really think I'm evil?"

Then he clutched his head again, burying it with stifled mutters of, "shut up, shut up, shut up."

"Hellions?"

"... up, shut up, the good for nothing twins who can't keep their noses out of anybody's business, shut up, shut up, shut up."

The twins seemed to freeze before rushing into action. They tapped each other on the head, the spells on them being cast off. The two stood up. Even though they were utterly confused, Fred had his hands on his hips, and George linked his hands behind his back, both wearing cocky grins.

Both spoke, "Looks like the fox is finally revealed."

Malfoy's head snapped up, mouth gaping open like a fish. "What the hell?"

"You called..."

"... And we came." George walked forward, but when Dobby pointed one finger at him, he froze.

"You is getting nowhere near Master Draco!"

Fred held his hands up, palms showing. "Look, Dobby, you know us."

"We mean him no harm."

Malfoy just groaned, the bags under his eyes more noticeable now that the two were closer. "Go away."

"Nope," the twins flopped to the ground in front of the younger boy, but far enough to keep the furious house-elf at bay. "We just wanna figure some stuff out."

"I'm not in the mood to deal with your nonsense."

"Rubbish!" Though still very much confused, the twins tried to relax as much as possible. Fred continued first, "You mentioned us, so we must be important somehow."

"So, it seems to us, that you need us. We have taken a... liking to you anyway."

Malfoy's eyes narrowed at the light tone. "I am certainly not queer."

The twins just waved that away. "Just 'cause we like you doesn't mean we want you. We like Harry and Hermione but not in that way."

The fifteen year old just groaned, lowering his head once again "Dobby."

"Yes, Master Draco?"

"I have a headache," the boy glanced out from his hiding spot in his arms, his face red.

The twins, seemingly forgetting about the ordeal that happened, wanted to coo at the boy. But the glare the elf sent them kept them from saying anything. "I will get you cookies and a potion." With a final look at the red-heads, Dobby left with another crack.

"Why are you here?" Malfoy staggered to his feet, leaning against the wall for support.

The two itched to jump up, but stayed seated. Fred with his legs stretched out with his arms behind him for balance. George with his legs crossed and his arms in his lap.

"Well," George began, "You said you wouldn't allow us to get to know you..."

"... And we warned you that we'd do it anyway..."

"... This is how we're going about doing it." The two grinned, watching as Malfoy rubbed his head.

"That's why I gave you parameters. Gryffindors are supposed to acknowledge them and follow them." Malfoy's eyes darted around until they landed on a hammock. The redheads gawked at the thing, wondering when it got there. "You two look like idiots with your mouths open."

The two snapped their mouths closed and stared at the smirking boy. But then he stumbled over to the net and collapsed on it, a leg and an arm dangling over the edge. A moment later, a book appeared under his fingers.

Malfoy looked over at the two with narrowed eyes when Fred spoke, "You know what, we're..."

"... Going to call you..."

… Blondie from now on."

"The hell?" Draco picked up the book, placed it in front of his nose, and began to read.

"Hey Blondie...

"... Whatcha reading?"

Malfoy continued to flick the pages, ignoring the twins, when Dobby reappeared. The elf gave everything to the boy, whose head kept jerking from the attempt at staying awake. Malfoy grabbed the cookie and ate it quickly and efficiently, washing it down with the potion Dobby handed him next.

The twins watched in amazement. Seconds later, the book slipped from his fingers - landing in front of him - and his head fell on top of it. Before his eyes closed, he muttered, quietly, "Dobby. Gillyweed. Harry Potter." Soon after, though, sleep seemed to consume him as tiny snores left his slightly parted mouth.

Dobby pointed to the door, and the twins took the cue to leave. Fred and George tapped each other with their wands and were once again under the disillusionment charms. Before they left, they checked the title of the book: How to Become an Animagus.

Even as the door closed behind them, they wondered why the blonde mentioned Harry's name.

Sooooo, there you go. The newest update. :) I just finished chapter 18 and fifth year summer is around the corner!