Where there is Darkness you shall find Light

They say that your eyes are the windows to your soul. Well if that's true then looking into my eyes will only cause the looker to see what and who I truly am. I am damaged beyond repair, broken beyond finding the pieces, misconstrued, twisted, lost, and lonely. I do not reflect any of this on the outside, I keep it all inside, but only because this is what I was taught to do. I was brought up to never reveal my true feelings. I need to keep a solid outer exterior, one that no one can understand. Looking into my eyes will only cause the looker to see my pain and nothing more than that. I try not to look anyone directly in the eyes because I do not want to see into their souls, and I do not want them to see into mine. Whatever everyone says I am I become, they all make me what I seem to be, but they can never take away who I truly am. It's been that way for as far back as I can remember, and it always will be, but there is one person who believes that she can change this. She thinks that she's smart enough and brave enough to try and discover the real me, she thinks she can break through my 'tough' outer exterior and get me to breath, to enjoy life, to feel, and to get me to actually live, but most of all she thinks she can get me to love.

I don´t know what it is about him that I am so fascinated about, for knowing him for six years I really don´t know him at all, I`ve just assumed. Well I don´t know the `real´ him, but I know that I have never seen anybody look as sad and lonely as he does. Although he tries to hide it, I know that inside he´s not the `evil´ guy everyone sees him as. He´s different now, he´s changed a lot since last year, and not just physically. Now he´s quiet and reserved, he no longer smirks or makes smart remarks or mean comments towards Harry, Ron or I, in fact he doesn´t talk to anybody really, he doesn´t even have Crabbe or Goyle as his bodyguards anymore. I haven´t really ever looked at him either, I mean of course I´ve looked at him, well mostly glared but I mean I´ve never `really´ looked at him until now. I´ve tried talking to him, but he just tunes me out like he does everyone else and the rest of the world. I know that I´m just the perfect smart dirty little mugblood that he´s always seen me as. That is all I am to him, but there´s more to me than that, just like there´s more to him than the evil self-centered bastard he pretends to be. There is more, inside him hides something that he doesn´t want anyone to discover, whatever it is I´m sure it´s deeper than what I think. I believe that I can bring Draco to life, I can make him feel alive. He just has to believe that I can.