Draco rested his head against the wall in the perfects bathroom and slid down the wall. He'd really messed up. What the fuck went through his head when he agreed to this? Oh ye the life of his Mom. How could a sixteen year old kill the greatest wizard of our day? Especially with prince Potter sticking his nose in all the time.
'What's wrong?' the high pitch voice of a teenage girl sounded from the wall behind him. He looked up to see a face of a teenage ghost all see though and blue in a ravenclaw school uniform. She few in and sat next to him.
It wouldn't hurt to give her a slight over view would it? It would be nice to have someone to talk to, but not give too much info. 'I've got to do something really bad to protect someone I love.'
'If they loved you back they'd prefer for you not to do this 'bad' thing and let them get hurt,' she suggested putting her mist like hand on his. 'I know you want to save them but you can't save everyone.'
'I should be able to save my own mother,' he huffed pulling his hand away from the ghost like girl.
'Sorry,' she whispered flouting away from him. 'I wish someone cared enough to save me.'
'Someone could have saved you?' he asked looking right though her eyes.
She sat on the edge of the bath and started to speak, 'When the chamber was opened I begged my parents to send me home. I begged them to take me away. They said no one knew I was adopted, no one was supposed to know I was a muggle-born. Why would anyone suspect I wasn't really a Bullstrode? But I was scared I asked them to send me to barbatoins or Drumstarng but they wouldn't let me leave Hogwarts, they thought it would be too suspicious if a supposed pure blood left the school. I was killed because of their selfishness.'
'I'm sorry,' he stood there awkwardly before wrapping his arms around the air she occupied. She replied the gesture. They sat there for a while before the ghost girl spoke again, 'can I try something?'
He nodded a spit second before his lips felt like ice was being pressed against his. As they started to move their lips against each other it felt like the oddest thing in the world to Draco. It wasn't a bad experience but the chill from the ghost girl pressed up against him felt wired by the warmth that came from his body. The feeling of nothing pushing against you. He wondered for a second weather or not this classed as necrophilia, but decided not to think that much in to it. An ice like tong of air licked his bottom lip asking for permission to explore. He was about to open his mouth when he heard someone on the other side of the door muttering the password and the ghost girl vanished.
All he could think was 'Oh fuck- well that was abnormal.'