Summoning his wand to him wandlessly, Draco moved it so that it pointed directly at her head. Closing his eyes, not wanting to see her reaction, Draco mentally lowered every shield he'd ever put up in his mind to protect himself from the outside world. Just that was enough, but he knew she wanted to see. "Occlumens," he whispered the word quietly, and let the memories flow out of him and into her mind.
He showed her his entire childhood. Every precious moment with his parents, how they both spoiled him completely rotten without any qualms at all. How he'd gotten everything he'd ever asked for. How they'd even kept him protected from the Dark Lord, how he hadn't known that his father worked for Voldemort directly, not until he'd gone to Hogwarts for two years.
He showed her how his mother would sacrifice everything for his safety and his well-being, and how he'd admired Lucius for everything the man was worth. He showed her every lesson Lucius had ever taught him, right up to the killing curses and Draco needing to know how to cast them for his own protection. He'd believed Lucius, then, with every word that the man spoke.
He showed her his years at Hogwarts, how he'd lead the Slytherins without a care in the world from even his first year. He showed her his anxiety when playing against Harry all those times, how he'd hated being bested by someone who was only a halfblood and didn't deserve it, and how he couldn't understand how all of his training didn't make him better than Potter. He showed her his hatred of Ron, how Ron so easily had won Harry's friendship yet Draco hadn't back then, and how that hatred had only escalated into a hatred for Harry, as well, but mostly because he'd been publicly humiliated in front of their entire group of first years. He showed her everything, about how he'd nearly killed himself working to make up for his father's mistake, and how Harry had caught him in sixth year crying to Myrtle in the bathroom, because she was the only one who would actually listen to him without caring who he was.
He showed her his sadness at losing Severus, his mentor, his savior that year. Without Severus, he'd surely have died, or gone mad trying to live that year. He showed her the next two years following, how Draco struggled to redeem his name, and everything seventh year that occurred--involving Harry saving his life, and more. He showed her everything, just letting it flow without trying to stop it. It was one of the hardest things he'd ever done in his life, and Draco never realized that there were tears streaming down his cheeks. He'd broken down all of his mental barriers, after all; it was only natural that the emotional one was down, too.