I look in the mirror and I see me. That's all just me.
The mirror reflects the outside, it shows me as an attractive boy of more than average height with blond hair and gray eyes. My exterior is attractive.
But if the mirror showed what was inside, no one would want to go near me. I am rotting from the inside out.
Can I be salvaged?
Draco Malfoy tore his eyes away from the mirror hanging on the wall. His gaze drifted to the crumpled note on the floor. He picked it up and put it in his pocket. He would give it back. Whatever it said, it was none of his business.
Draco had been surprised to realize that he cared that Hermione Granger was upset. He was even more surprised to find that he had feelings for her.
He looked down the hall in the direction that Hermione had run. He hoped he had not scared her off. He really cared for her.
I need to be alone, he thought. I'll go to the library. There's never anyone there. And then I can think about what I see when I look in the mirror.
