Disclaimer: I really don't think that you'd get very much if you tried to sue me anyway but just to get rid of all that legal nonsense I'd like to state that I do not own Harry Potter. The wonderful, beautiful fabulous, spiffing, genius, ect. JK Rowling does. Anything else you recognize doesn't belong to me either. I do however own the plot (as far as I know), a crayon, a pack of gum, a string, 2 hair ties and my soul (for the time being).

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Chapter 5: The many faces of Draco

Draco walked into the great hall about 10 min. later. Harry was already there, talking to his friends. He was still hurt and confused about why "Harry just fled but he decided to push it away like he did everything else that bothered him.

The young Malfoy had begun suppressing bad thoughts at a young age. Like when his father would put him down and chastise him for not being the perfect Malfoy. He knew that he'd have to come to terms with all this sometime but he wasn't ready yet.

It was because of this that he came up with his split personality. He created both as a defense mechanism to make sure that he was hurt as little as possible.

The first, "The Slytherin Ice Prince" was created originally to appease his father. As long as Draco was a cold, heartless bastard that always came out on top. Lucius was happy and when he was happy Draco got less beatings. Later, when Draco went to school he found that he could blame people's dislike for him and anytime he got below that perfect score on this personality. He thought that as long as they didn't really know him they couldn't really hate him.

The second, the one that he used when he was around Harry (and his real friends) was created as an outlet for the good part of him that always wanted to get out. He really liked being happy; it was fun to do crazy things like throw water balloons at the wall or just talk with his friends.

The problem was juggling the two and his real self. He honestly didn't know who he really was. Was he the people he created or was there actually a third person hiding underneath?

He had a feeling that he had become something of a mix of the two. The only problem with that was that, like Harry had stated, he never did anything halfway. He was whomever then group he was with at that time needed him to be. Draco never got to be who he really was. It was this that made him fall for Harry. He and the Gryffindor had a lot in common, with their horrid childhoods and always being seen for a name.

Draco sighed and sat down at the Slytherin table.

"Maybe I'm making too much out of this."

"Making too much out of what, Draco darling?" The blond was startled seeing as he hadn't realized that he had spoken out loud. He quickly looked up to find Pansy staring at him expectantly.

Draco smiled at her and answered "nothing" as nonchalantly as possible. Unfortunately Draco's ploy to get around answering the nosiest girl in school was a failure.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy! I've known you since we were in diapers! I know when you're lying and if you don't tell me this instant what you are talking about I will make sure that Mcgonagall finds out who charmed her chalk last week!"

By the end of Pansy's tirade she had reached maximum volume and she was attracting attention from the rest of the great hall. Draco, not wanting to expose his deepest darkest secret in front of the entire school and not knowing how else to get the persistent girl off his back, pulled Pansy out of her seat and dragged her out of the great hall and into a nearby abandoned class room.

He slammed the door shut and turned around to glare at her. "Must you broadcast everything to the masses!?"

Pansy just smirked at him; she knew that she was going to get what she wanted. If it was one thing she knew, it was how to work Draco. The boy was so predictable; all you had to do was push the right buttons. It was then that she realized that she'd need to push one more to get him to spill. "You know as well as I do that I wasn't going to tell them anything unless I didn't get what I wanted and that still stands. So unless you're ready to talk I've got some "broadcasting" to do." With that said she tried to push Draco out of the way. He was too quick for her and stepped completely in front of the exit before she had a chance. The two stared at each other for a long time before anything happened.

Draco broke first as Pansy had suspected he would. (He really was all bark and no bite.)

"You scheming little Bitch! Did it ever occur to you that I might want to keep something to myself?" Pansy blinked at him in confusion as if she didn't understand the concept of privacy.

"No"

The blond just rolled his eyes at her before speaking again. "Fine, you are aware that I've had a 'thing' for Potter for awhile no."

Pansy gave him a disbelieving stare. "A thing? Sweetie, you've been head over heels for that boy since you first laid eyes on him! Disgusting really."

The poor boy let out a frustrated moan and sat on the ground. It was times like these that really made him revaluate his choice in friends.

"Fine! I'm head over heels! Happy now?"

She just smiled at him in a patronizing manor and nodded.

Draco sighed and continued. "Well something happened and we're kind of talking."

Pansy stared at him blankly. "So what's the problem?" "That is the problem, we're only talking and not even about what we should be. I have no idea where we stand. Are we friends? Are we dating? Does he even like boys?"

The flustered blond was now up and pacing the room with his arms flailing about in an aggravated manner. Pansy just rolled her eyes. "Must you define everything? You should be happy that Potter is even talking to you civilly now. My advice to you is to let whatever this is run it's course, when the boy is ready he'll let you know what he wants. Now if you'll excuse me I'm late for my 1:00." Without another word she turned her heel and left the room.

'That girl really is annoyingly right all the time.' Draco thought as he made his way out of the classroom and through the halls.

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