Forget

Draco couldn't breathe.He tore off his robe and sweater, threw them aside, and roughly pulled the collar of his shirt a little wider.But this doesn't seem to have any effect.He tried hard to open his mouth to breathe, but tears kept streaming down his throat, as if he wanted to squeeze out even the thin air in his throat.

Draco put his hands on the sink, preventing his nearly paralyzed legs from causing him to fall to the floor.Water still flowed out from the faucet, overflowed from the pool, flowed over his slender pale hands, fell to the floor, and tried to submerge his shoes.This reminded Draco of the nightmare of Bitos' blood running across his feet, but he still didn't move, although even he couldn't tell whether it was lack of strength or a deep sense of fear.He could only feel the tears pouring out of his eyes, sliding down his cheeks, and drowning in the pool.He could hear his own voice, mixed with the sound of running water, looking timid and helpless: "I can't do it..."

He was a Malfoy, a true Slytherin.He shouldn't be timid, shouldn't hold back, should he?

He has been trying to face it, trying to blend in, trying to become a qualified and daunting Malfoy in the eyes of others.So he can only carefully hide his fear, his cowardice.He can no longer run away screaming because of fear like in the first grade, he can no longer escape, he has no way to escape.

Draco raised his hands to cover his eyes.The water and tears on both hands were thoroughly intertwined.

Draco always thought he was doing well.Snape said it, Bryce said it, Bellatrix said it.But only Draco himself knew what the hidden real gaze looked like.When those distant, abstract concepts about darkness that originally existed only in history books gradually became concrete, when he was guided to see killing and death, he managed to deceive almost everyone under the mask, in the In the deepest part of my heart, the shadows of those heavily suppressed fears will always inadvertently emerge from the corners of those lingering nightmare-like memory fragments, and then crazily hit His fragile and sensitive nerves are strong on the outside but dry on the inside.

He has known for a long time that he will face an unknown road, but he still doesn't know how long it will take, just like he still doesn't know where the end will be.Even if he could fool everyone by pretending to be calm, he couldn't fool himself in the end.

He lowered his arms weakly, looking at himself in the mirror.The mirror has not been wiped for a long time, and it is covered with mottled marks.Draco looked at his own eyes through those traces, just like looking at a stranger, he wanted to see something from those familiar and unfamiliar gray eyes, but there was only gray confusion there.

Myrtle slowly emerged from the mirror.She instinctively felt that he needed comfort, but she dared not approach him.She just watched from afar and asked tentatively, "Are you okay?"

"Leave me alone, leave me alone..." Draco lowered his head, the water droplets on his face hung danglingly on his cheeks, Adam's apple, and then fell with his slight trembling.His tone was soft, almost pleading. "No one will come here, right? No one will see me, such an incompetent, ridiculous me..."

"I'm sorry." Myrtle thought she should say something, but she couldn't find the right words.

"He's going to kill me, like he killed Beatos...sometimes I think, everyone is going to die, but everyone is afraid of death. I can't understand the fear until I have to face it too... ..." Draco laughed, helplessly and desperately, tears streaming down his face. "I thought this was something I had to deal with when I was 80... so funny... what about you?" Sobbing left him almost speechless. "What about you, what are you thinking about when you face death?"

"I don't know." Myrtle shook her head. "Actually, I didn't even have time to think, I didn't think about these things... I don't know if you can understand... It all happened so fast... I didn't have time... In fact, until I saw them take me I carried out my body and buried it, and then I realized that maybe I was already dead..."

"Sorry." Draco said softly. "I don't want to bring up bad memories for you..."

"That's all right. Actually I don't think it's any different," said Myrtle hastily. "After all... Whether it was before or now, I was always alone, so... there is no difference..."

"I wish I could be alone, and no one can find me." Draco said in a nasal voice, intermittently. "I'm a little scared... I'm afraid of being in a place, I can't breathe... It's hard... If I can stay here forever... No one will come, right..."

But before Myrtle could answer in a hurry, Draco had already pulled out his wand and turned around.There was nothing in the air except the sound of rushing water, but the vigilance already soaked in his bones allowed Draco, who was completely defenseless, to detect the danger at the first time.

So when he turned around and saw the vague figure, he waved his wand almost subconsciously and threw out a series of spells.

Draco didn't know who it was, in fact he couldn't think at all right now.His brain was full of scattered fragments, and his emotions were surging, completely disrupting his consciousness.He was waving his wand almost on instinct, and he didn't even know what spells he was casting.He could only see all kinds of spells whizzing and flying around in the bathroom, some smashed through the doors, and some broke the water pipes.Myrtle screamed and wept loudly, but her voice was completely drowned out by the sound of water pouring from the pipes in every direction.

The opponent struggled to dodge his attack, and finally seized a gap to dodge into Draco's blind spot.

Draco dropped his arms.The low cry of Myrtle and the sound of water in the air seemed both near and far away.But Draco couldn't hear it, he just wanted to find the person who broke in, although he didn't even know what to do after he found it, he only knew that he needed to find that person, the cowardly and courageous person who saw him small people.

Draco walked step by step, treading more and more water on the floor.Until he saw that figure flashing past again, before he had time to raise his wand, a sharp green light hit him directly.

Myrtle screamed, jumped into the toilet and disappeared.

The world is quiet.

Draco felt like he couldn't hear anything.No myrtle crying, no splashing water.He felt more peaceful than ever until he finally fell into the water, the cold hard floor hitting the back of his head.Draco lowered his head slightly, he saw himself fall, he saw the blood gushing from the many wounds on his body, staining the white shirt red.Like a flower blooming from his heart, large and arrogant red flowers bloom wantonly all over his body.

has it ended?

Draco thought.

He could feel the cold water and the hard floor, and he could see blood gushing from his body.But he couldn't feel the pain.

His nightmare finally came true, he was surrounded by large swaths of blood, unable to move, unable to escape.

Fortunately, it's just my own blood.

Draco thought.That's nice.

The man slowly approached him.The figure gradually became clear.

Draco wanted to fall asleep, but still managed to keep his eyes open until he saw that messy black hair, those rare jewel-like green eyes, and that world-famous scar.

Draco laughed suddenly, he felt that he had finally calmed down from those tedious and terrifying emotions, very light, very quiet, very serene.He felt his lips move slightly, although he didn't know if he made a sound:

"...Thanks...Potter."