Draco Malfoy. No one understands him. No one knows how he feels or what he goes through. They all just assume he's truly evil when he's not. They shun him because of the mistakes he's made before. But why can't he have a second chance? He can be good I'm sure. They all think he has no good side and there's no changing for him.

But I don't think that. I don't think he's evil. I know he has a good side. I know he can change if he really wanted to. I believe everyone has a good side and deserves a second chance. No matter what they do or did. After all everyone has a reason for what they do.

I can see that there's so much more to him than just some Slytherin bad boy. I can see that he's struggling. He needs someone who won't lead him astray. He needs someone who won't hold him for the things he did in the past. And most of all, he needs someone who will love him for the real Draco.

That's why when I spotted him out in the halls after hours I didn't leave him. I went to see him because I know he needs someone. Anyone. Even someone as insane as I am.

"What do you want Loony?" He asked me with a sigh. I could tell he really didn't want to talk to me at the moment but I didn't turn around. Nor did I leave him alone.

"It's going to be okay. You know that, right?"

Rolling his eyes he shook his head before saying, "I don't even know what you're talking about but yeah. Sure, whatever you say."

Then there came the silence. The silence that should have made me leave. But I didn't. I wanted do badly to help him in some way. To at least make him feel a little better. So why couldn't I think of something to say.

"You can leave now, Loony."

"You don't mean that." I answered absentmindedly.

"And what makes you think that?" He asked looking at me like I was crazy before adding, "You know what? I don't even care. I don't have time for your insanity today. So could you leave me alone? Thanks."

Another silent moment. Another moment in which I didn't leave even when he tried to push me away.

"You're not as bad as everyone thinks you are."

"And your point is?"

"I know what you're going through. How you feel. Why you act the way you do." I said with a shrug. What else was there to say? This was my indirect way of telling him I wanted to help him. It was my way of telling of him that he had a friend in me. That I accepted the real Draco and wanted to hear his story.

But did he accept that I seemed to know that his performance was a fake? No. He just looked at me with a smile before laughing.

"Fine. Be that way Draco. For once you have someone who wants to know why you are the way you are without judging you… But what do you do? You push me away like I have a disease. Like I'm going to hate you if you tell me the truth and-"

"Must you ramble on?" He asked after he had clamped his hand over my mouth to keep me from talking. (Although I still did anyway. I don't know if he heard though.) "And I don't know what you're talking about. I'm the way I am because I am a true Slytherin. Just like the rest of my family. Why do you believe in so many false things?"

"Because my father raised me this way." I answered after removing his hand from my mouth.

"What does that have to do with the situation?"

"Think about it."