Notice: This isn't a Drarry fanfiction unless you want it to be. (You know who I'm talking to.) ;)

Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns everything (and every character) but my poem… Dang.

A/N: This is the long awaited sister poem to A New Perspective Born. Please tell me what you think! It's just wrong to deprive a poet of feedback! Without them, I might as well just keel over and die in a dusty corner, thinking my work's crap. Your thoughts mean the world to me, be it a compliment, constructive criticism, or even a flame. Seriously, I was singing and grinning the entire day when I got my very first review! Pretty sad, huh? But trust me when I say your input counts, majorly. And yes, I do answer every review, 'cause you guys rock (Seeing how many anonymous reviews I get, I may add a chapter to answer them) . So without further adieu, enjoy!

*These are Draco's thoughts.

Draco's POV_

The night well aged, I lay upon my bed,

Within dungeons' depths, the air still and dead.

Restlessly, I tossed and I turned,

While thoughts raced and feelings churned.

This traitorous heart that ached and grieved!

This wretched want which loneliness conceived!

Many an ally, but not one friend-

Not a soul to trust, with an ear to lend.

For thinking myself above such needs-

How foolish was I, believing friendship impedes!

Getting up to clear my troubled mind,

I escaped the dreary chambers to which I was confined.

Flying through corridors and evading watchful eyes,

I took care of the caretaker, needing to improvise.

Thoroughly seeking what I desired,

I fast came upon a Room known to be Required.

Within it sat the ivories, perfect in pitch,

And, looking at it, my fingers began to itch.

As I came 'round, claiming the padded seat,

With reverence, I broke the silence sweet.

I poured out my soul's story, rich with wretched woe,

Yet little did I know, my notes besought my foe.

Then rose the sun, gleaming through glass as its glory shone,

Revealing hateful pride forsaken, and humbled hearts laid prone.

For the Boy Who Lived, a new perspective had been born,

As for me, I finally wasn't alone, neither forlorn.

Me: "Awwww. The Room of Requirement gave Draco exactly what he needed: friendship, loyalty, and bravery - all wrapped up in a tasty Gryffindor package!"

Draco: "..."

Harry: "Malfoy...are you blushing?"

Draco: "Shut. Up."

Harry: (changing topic) "How come I seemed to be the only one who heard him playing? If I could hear it all the way from the Gryffindor tower, why did no one else wake up and investigate it?"

Draco: *shrugs*

Me: "Haven't you learned anything from your life's experiences? You're just special that way, Harry."

Draco: "Makes sense. I mean, everything's about you, Potter."

Harry: (throws his hands in the air, fed up) "Well, that's just the story of my life, now isn't it?"

Me: "Yup."

Draco: "Pretty much."

Harry: *sighs*