MY REFLECTION...
People change. That's a fact. I know it because I have changed. Dramatically, as a matter of fact. I used to be around the popular one's. I used to judge people because of who they were, and not because of what they did. I used to believe money was all that mattered. I used to think my family name was enough to make people respect me. Fear me more likely. I know, pretty stupid, isn't it? And worst of all, my 'friends' all thought the same. We pure-bloods would always be sticking together. As I remember this time I still amaze myself. I wonder when this change happened. I guess it was during the war...
We would be in Hogwarts playing strong, after all our parents were supporters of the Dark Lord. With the school under his control we could do whatever we wished. Then the battle began. Everybody flew away. Some of my friends went to fight side-by-side with the death eaters. Some only flew full of fear. But no one, not a single one of them remembered me. I had hurt myself the previous week during Potions and was still stuck at the hospital wing. I still needed help to walk and all of my friends knew. My boyfriend knew for Pete's sake! And they didn't come to me. They left me hurt and afraid laying in a bed. If it wasn't for Madam Ponfrey and a few students I would probably have died and they would never notice. A couple of students that helped me didn't like me at all. I used to curse them around the corridors just for fun. And yet they were the one's lending me a shoulder for support.
Curious how this had to happen to open my eyes, to make me see that what matters is not your name, nor your family, nor your blood, for that matter. Dumbledore was right: it's not about who you are, but about the choices you make. Now I can see this clearly. Unfortunately my family can't. They are all down stairs waiting for me to come out. Waiting for my biggest moment as my mother says. She has always dreamt about the day I would get married. And my father! He is all over the place telling everyone that his little Pansy is marring a Malfoy.
But now look at me... I will never pass for a perfect bride, or a perfect daughter. Can it be, I'm not meant to play this part?
You could be asking then why I'm doing it then. Why am I putting up with a marriage with a man if I'm not sure that I truly love him. Why I'm going through a celebration that is against my opinions. Yes, because they are happy I'm marring Draco only because he is a Malfoy, a pure-blood. It's all because now I see, that if I were truly to be myself, I would break my family's heart. And that's something I can't. Everything in me may change, except for the love I have for my family. They may have been wrong many times, but they have always done what they thought was best for me, they love me more then anything.
But I believe this won't be such a bad thing. My marriage, I mean. Draco is a nice guy. He has changed much during the war as well. He went through too much pain. We got very close. He is my best friend. I know that he doesn't love me and, as I said, I'm not sure if I love him either. But we care for each other and our families have always wanted this to happen. This way they will all be happy. That's all me and Draco want. That's why we are doing this.
But as I finish my make up I wonder who is that girl I see staring straight, back at me in the mirror. Why is my reflection someone I don't know? Somehow I cannot hide, who I am, even though I've tried. When will my reflection show who I am inside? Well, that's not the time to be thinking about it. Everyone is waiting for me. Everyone is waiting for the moment I will become Mrs. Malfoy. Everyone except me.
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