Soul
Ginny didn't know what made her speak as she passed Draco on the grounds. It just seemed like something he needed to hear. She entered the castle and climbed to the third floor. There was a particular window she was headed for that had a perfect view of the tree she had just left, the tree he had been headed to.
She was impressed by the Slytherin. For all the obvious signs that he was torn up inside, no one saw a thing. To those around her, he was just as cold, just as confident, just as cruel as ever. She was apparently the only one who saw the anger, the confusion, and the withdrawal.
She felt bad for him. No one deserved to live like that, with his future completely mapped out by the world around him. It never occurred to her that she was in the same situation. She had grown used to her own life and had avoided looking too closely at it for some time. If someone had compared her to Draco she would have laughed. His life was obviously so much darker, so much more difficult than hers. How could they possibly have anything in common beyond the fact that they both drew breath and had beating hearts?
They both had the basic human needs of air, water, food, clothing, shelter, to love and to be loved in return, but that was where the similarities ended.
She knew she shouldn't be watching him. She knew she shouldn't be fascinated by him. She was dating Harry, after all, and it was just inappropriate for her to spend her afternoon staring at another boy, especially Draco. No matter how hard she tried, though, she couldn't help but find him intriguing.
He was so deep. There were so many layers to him. He was so misunderstood. Yet no matter how dark the world around him was, no matter how dark he found his own life, he never let on. He never acted like anything bothered him.
She couldn't help but get to know him from a distance. She was sure he was someone else to break him from the inside. He was always so composed, but anyone who stopped to think would realize that there was always something tearing him apart.
She sighed. She had spent all her wishes wishing times were good, wishing there was something she could do for him, but she knew there was no room for that, not in either of their lives.
She watched him. It wasn't like he was doing anything. He was just sitting there. He could be sleeping for all she could tell. She sighed again and leaned her back against the window frame, closing her eyes. He had soul. That was all there was to it. He had a depth of soul most could only hope for, dream of. She desperately prayed that he would realize what that meant some day.
She pushed away from the window and went to find Harry. She wished that she could just sit around and wait for someone to come and make things good again, but that time had long past.
