He sank onto the floor, gripping his head in his hands. In the corner of his eye he saw the ugly black mark on his left arm, but what was the point of hiding it right now, rolling down his sleeves, pretending? He was alone in here, on the cold tiled floor, alone with nothing than guilt and fear in the bathroom with him. (...)
If Draco would have looked up, he would have seen the petite figure of a girl quietly open the door, he would have noticed the patter of footsteps approaching him.
‚Ssh...it’s alright...it will all be alright.’