Fair warning; the houses here are going to be extremely stereotypical for the purpose of this story. Ex: Gryffindors are extreme and wild and reckless, Slytherins are evil, Hufflepuffs are sweet and kind and flirty, and Ravenclaws are super smart know-it-alls.

"Dammit, Potter, who taught you how to do Potions?!" Draco shouted. "Longbottom?!"

"Shut up, I'm trying," Harry growled.

"Try harder! It's a simple soul-separation spell!"

"Say that three times fast," Harry muttered.

Unaware that it was a common Muggle saying, Draco took this as a challenge. 

"Simple soul separation spell, simple sperrel- shit. Simple soul separation....."

Harry rolled his eyes and continued working on the potion. Problem was, he had no idea what he was doing.

Um, beetle wings? Probably like, five? And let's toss in a few beetle eyes too, mix it up a bit. Uhh.... what about this? Dunno why it's shimmery, don't wanna know. This looks like- well, it looks like blood. Great. Into the cauldron. Why is it yellow? Yellow wasn't one of the stages. Shit. I fucked up, I fucked up. Um...... daffodil petals should balance it, because daffodils are nice... oh shit.

The cauldron was now bubbling and foaming, something it was definitely not supposed to do.

"Um... Malfoy?"

"-soul sperration- God fucking dammit, Potter! I was on the last one and you fucked me up!" Draco yelled.

"Screw your fucking game, Malfoy! Our cauldron-"

"Oh, yeah Potter, screw whatever I'm doing because your problems are always so much more important-"

"Our damn cauldron is-"

"SIMPLE SOUL SEPARATION SPELL, SIMPLE SOU-"

"Oh fuck you Malfoy!" Harry yelled, storming off to ask Professor Slughorn.

He had just reached the professor when something exploded and Malfoy screamed.

He turned around to see the bright yellow potion all over Malfoy, dripping off his clothes, clinging to his hair, stuck to his face.

"Oh, great Potter now you've done it! It wasn't supposed to be yel-"

Draco's voice stuttered, and he paused for a minute before continuing. "It wasn't supposed to b-b-b-"

"Malfoy?" Hermione asked worriedly. "What's wrong with you? Why are you... shaking?"

Malfoy tried to speak, but it was like his teeth were chattering on hyperspeed.

"Malfoy!" Harry yelled just before the blonde exploded.

Harry screamed, as did many other shocked students. Instinctively, he ran toward where Malfoy had been.

The yellow dust cleared, and Harry gasped, stepping back in shock.

There were four Malfoys laying on the ground.

One of them moved, and four girls screamed.

He slowly stood, and Harry noticed something was off about him. What was it?

It took Harry a moment to realize his tie was yellow.

Malfoy smiled brightly, and Harry was momentarily stunned. He had never seen Malfoy smile.

"What happened?" he asked brightly.

"You..." Harry couldn't finish his sentence. He was frozen, captivated by Malfoy's smile.

He was snapped out of it as another Malfoy replica stood. This one had a blue tie.

"Obviously, the potion has split us into four personalities, which appear to be divided by houses," he replied in a haughty voice. "Whereas it should have separated soul from body, it separated mindsets. We are each the Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Slytherin aspects of Draco Malfoy. None of us are more powerful or any different than we were inside one body, we are simply the pure form of it. For example, I-" he smiled proudly. "Have all the knowledge that Draco Malfoy has, in its pure form. I am the section of his brain that maintains grades and focuses on studies. It appears that in my pure form, I have no emotion, as I am pure intellect."

"Whoa," Hermione whispered.

"You are the Hufflepuff, the source of Draco's good feelings, romance, and compassion. You have all the feelings Draco had, but no shame to hide them. You see the good in others. He hides you quite well."

"Shut up!" another Malfoy said, standing. "You're not supposed to tell people that!"

"And Gryffindor, the brave, reckless side of Draco Malfoy. The one who tends to take risks. Hit first, ask questions later. No respect for rules." Ravenclaw Malfoy turned up his nose at him. Gryffindor Malfoy snorted.

"Which makes you..." All eyes turned to the now-moving form on the ground.

Slytherin Malfoy stood, and immediately glared at Harry. "What the hell, Potter?! What the fuck did you do to that stupid potion? This is all your fucking fault, you fuck up!"

He turned and stormed out.

Ravenclaw Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Overdramatic. Anyways, I'm sure to restore us, you simply need to do the standard soul splitting spell countercurse, with additional tweaks. What did you put in it?"

"Uhhhh....." Harry frowned. "Beetle wings and eyes, some shimmery stuff, some blood I think, and some daffodil petals."

Ravenclaw Malfoy looked more and more worried and irritated the more Harry said.

"Great," he muttered. "Hermione, Blaise, would you two mind accompanying me to the library? We need to research a counter-potion."

Hermione looked like she had never heard such beautiful words in her life. Blaise still looked in shock about the situation.

As they left, everyone turned to the remaining Malfoys.

Hufflepuff Malfoy smiled brightly at Harry. "You look pretty today. I mean, you look pretty everyday but today you look super-"

"Shut up, would you!" Gryffindor Malfoy cried. "When we're all put together, we're gonna hate ourself!"

Harry was stunned.

"Well, I always want to tell him he looks nice, but all you guys stop me!" Hufflepuff Malfoy replied.

"We do not!"

"Ya!" Hufflepuff Malfoy argued. "Raven's always like 'he doesn't like you back' and Slyth is like 'it's stupid anyway he's supposed to be our enemy' and you're like 'everyone will laugh at us our pride is on the line here'! Like, I'm tryna be nice!"

Gryffindor Malfoy was pale.

"You...you like me?" Harry asked quietly. 

Hufflepuff Malfoy smiled and nodded. He walked forward and kissed the tip of Harry's nose.

"D'ya like me?" he asked hopefully.

Harry wanted to say no, but Malfoy's eyes were so large and innocent and pure that he couldn't bring himself to destroy that beauty.

"Yeah," he choked out.

Gryffindor Malfoy shook his head, leaving the room.

"Yay!" Hufflepuff Malfoy jumped into Harry's arms.

He was surprisingly light, Harry was surprised to realize. He caught Ron's eye, giving him a panicked look, but the redhead was too busy laughing.

What the hell was he gonna do?

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That morning at breakfast, Harry noticed two Malfoys were there, two weren't.

Slytherin Malfoy was at- you guessed it- Slytherin table. He glared at Harry as the black-haired boy entered.

Gryffindor Malfoy was at the Gryffindor table, talking with the others sitting there.

Ravenclaw Malfoy was probably at the library.

Where was Hufflepuff Malfoy?

Harry sat down warily at the table next to Ron, unaware of how Gryffindor Malfoy would treat him.

He was greeted with a laughing smile from the red-clad boy.

"Did you really ask Cho to the ball?" he said between choked laughs. "And she turned you down?"

"Shut up," Harry laughed.

Ron grinned. "Draco said you once charmed his shoes to constantly tie together? How come you never told us that?"

Harry shrugged, grinning and putting pancakes on his plate. "So it's Draco now?"

Ron nodded, smiling. "I like the others, but the Slytherin one is still an ass. Don't drink the apple juice, I'm like 90% sure he poisoned it."

"Poison?" Harry asked. "That's extreme, even for Malfoy."

"It's purely his Slytherin side," Gryffindor Draco said. "He has no conscience."

Harry raised his eyebrows. "Creepy."

"Harry!" Hufflepuff Malfoy appeared out of nowhere, dropping into the seat next to Harry and kissing his cheek. "I got you a present!"

He handed him a rose.

"Draco..." Harry smiled at him, a genuine smile. "Thank you."

Draco beamed at him, kissing his nose and grabbing the apple juice to pour a glass.

"Don't!" Dean shouted. "Slytherin Malfoy might have poisoned it."

Hufflepuff Malfoy raised his eyebrows, slowly setting down the drink and pushing it away from him in favor of orange juice.

"We need better names for you guys," Seamus said. 

Neville nodded. "It's a mouthful to refer to you as 'Hufflepuff Draco' or 'Ravenclaw Draco'."

"Well, I vote Slytherin one is Malfoy," Ron said.

"I second that," Neville added.

"I would like to stick with my given name, Draco," Gryffindor Malfoy said.

"What do we call Ravenclaw Malfoy?" Seamus asked.

"You can call me Lucius, my middle name," the blonde said from behind them.

"I thought you were gonna be in the library all day," Ron said.

Ravenclaw Malfoy shook his head. "You can't work on an empty stomach."

Draco frowned. "Doesn't it bug you though, to be called by our father's name? We hate him."

"I don't have emotions," Lucius reminded him calmly.

"Riiiiight..."

"That sounds dreadful!" Hufflepuff Malfoy piped up, still smiling.

"We still need one for him," Ron added.

Harry smiled at Hufflepuff Malfoy. "Dray."

Hufflepuff Malfoy beamed.

"No way am I calling him Dray!" Ron complained.

Hermione came up behind him and hugged him. "Just go with it Ron. It's only for a little while. I'm sure you can cope."

Ron pouted.

"I like it!" Dray exclaimed.

Harry smiled as Dray kissed his cheek. "Good."

Hermione frowned. "Did he just....."

Ron pulled her forward and whispered something. Hermione's eyebrows shot up, and she looked at Harry for confirmation. He nodded.

Suddenly, a loud crash resounded through the room, and several Ravenclaws jumped away from their table, screaming.

A huge snake had dropped from nowhere, landing on their table. It now slithered across the debris, hissing at several people.

Harry immediately looked across to the Slytherin table, where Malfoy was smirking.

"Dammit," Draco muttered. "We have got to get him under control."

The Slytherin stood from his table and exited the Great Hall. Draco jumped up and ran after him.

"Drac- What the hell is he doing?" Harry cried.

Lucius shrugged. "He's brave and reckless. He's doing the first thing that comes to his mind, which appears to be chasing him."

Ron jumped up. "I'll go get him," he said before dashing the same way Draco and Malfoy had.

Harry set down his rose and stood, rushing over to the Ravenclaw table.

"Stupefy!" he shouted, pointing his wand at the snake. Nothing happened.

Lucius hit his head against the table before lifting it again. "Harry, it's a goddamn cursed snake. A simple spell won't work."

"Reducto!" Harry tried again. The snake flinched.

"Harry, for fuck's sake, you can talk to snakes! Goddamnit, this is why you're not in Ravenclaw, you damn prat!" Lucius shouted.

Harry flipped him off before turning back to the snake.

"Uhhh.... Could you stop?" he hissed.

Fuck you, the snake replied, before snapping at him.

"Yo. Cool it. Fucking stop before I Avada Kedavra your ass."

I don't have the conscience to care, the snake replied. You see, I'm a fucking snake.

Harry internally rolled his eyes at the snake's Malfoy-like attitude before pointing his wand at it and calmly stating "Avada Kedavra."

The snake immediately stilled, and several more kids screamed.

"A little excessive, but it worked," Lucius said.

Dray stood up, cheering. "Yay Harry! Good job, I'm proud of you!"

Lucius shook his head. "When we're together, we're gonna hate ourselves."

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It had been a week since Draco had split into several personas, and the different forms of him were becoming more and more like their house names.

Draco always proudly wore his red robes, and when he wasn't he wore a bright red shirt. He stopped bothering with his hair, and it was constantly a mess, very similar to Harry's. It looked very weird, and Harry wasn't sure how he felt about it.

Draco was often bugging Malfoy, and provoking fights out of him. They tended to get in about twelve arguments a day, nine of which ended in physical fights, three of which ended in Hospital Wing admissions. He also spent a lot of time hanging out with Ron, Dean, and Neville, or flirting with Harry.

Lucius was rarely seen, but when he was, he was wearing reading glasses as he studied books on soul separation and body splitting spells. He nearly always had Hermione or Blaise by his side, also doing research. They spent most of their time in the Potions classroom, the library, or in the Great Hall for meals.

He tended not to talk, leaning more towards the side of silence. But when he was asked a question, he answered honestly. Harry once asked him if Draco as a whole truly did have a crush on him, and the smart one responded with "he's been confused about his sexuality since fourth year when he saw you shirtless in the Triwizard Tournament, he's been battling the idea of having a crush on you since fifth year, he's accepted it since sixth, and as of eighth year, he's begun to fall in love with you."

Needless to say, Harry was shocked by that admission. He thanked him, and quickly left to rant nervously to Ron.

Malfoy was also rarely seen, but that was probably better. When they did see him was usually at meals, and he tended to terrorize everyone. He hung out with Pansy every once in a while, but she got irritated with him and started hanging out more with Ron and Draco.

He shoved Harry every chance he got, didn't attend any classes, and tended to especially hate Dray. Even though Draco and him were constantly fighting, he seemed to really hate the idea of liking Harry, and hated Dray for that.

Speaking of Dray, he was probably the strangest out of them. It was weird still seeing him smile, which he did often. Harry was still stunned every time he did it.

The Hufflepuff had taken to wearing flower crowns and baking treats often. He brushed his hair, but didn't gel it, so it hung in soft curls around his face, framed by his pastel flower crowns. He didn't often wear yellow, he seemed to like pastel blue more.

Harry had to admit, he was beautiful.

Dray got along well with everyone, and he often hung out with Pansy and Ginny, when he wasn't with Harry. When he was with Harry, he sat on his lap and kissed his cheeks and nose, and fed him cookies and complimented him about every ten minutes.

Harry was starting to realize that although he was adverse to the idea at first, he really liked Dray.

It was conflicting because he wasn't as close with the others, so he seemed to only like these aspects of Draco Malfoy, and it was very confusing. What would he do when Draco was back?

-----PART TWO SOON!!!! IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER, PLEASE DO-----

----should I make another oneshot similar to this, but with different aspects of Harry?----

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