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He threw his back against the wall and pounded his fist on it. His hand stung against the cold tile but he made no noise to prove it. His anger wouldn't let him. He slid down the wall and tried to clear his head. He needed to think. He needed to think of how to kill Dumbledore. His thoughts, however were clouded by thoughts of failure. Thoughts of Snape telling him his plans weren't good enough. Draco Malfoy wanted to be something great but every attempt was failing and it was all Harry Potter's fault. Draco hung his head low.
"I can't do this." he whispered feeling his eyes start to swell, half from anger, half from self disappointment. Just as he said those words a moan broke out in front of him.
Myrtle, he cursed to himself, Draco forgot about her. He narrowed his eyes and tried to look tough. "Get out of here." He said firmly staring into her cold dead eyes. She just moaned even louder to the point Malfoy had to cover his ears.
"ALL RIGHT STOP! JUST STOP!" he yelled. The ghost stopped and rested her spirit in front of him again. "What do you think you're doing yelling like that! I'm trying to think! Don't you know I have important business to carry out!"
"Oh of course!" the ghost spat back. She put her hands on the bathroom floor and hissed. "That's all you care about isn't it!" Draco turned his eyes from her. That wasn't true. He had a family. He had a family he wanted to keep together. He was doing all of this to restore their name and the thought of becoming a failure torn at his black heart deeper.
"Shut up!" he snarled. "You stupid girl! You know nothing!" he yelled.
"I know more than you!" she flew right into through Draco moaning a terrifying scream as she did so. Draco shivered and sunk lower in his seat thinking about himself again.
"I can't do this…" he said again. "I CAN'T DO THIS!" he broke out in anger and pushed himself up to his knees. They were wet from sinks that Myrtle had let run. He curled over himself as if he was going to be sick. His face was red and his eyes were streaming with tears. Slowly she floated towards him. He shook slightly, breathing heavily. She found herself in front of him watching tears slowly slide down his face. She knew this song. She sung it everyday. "He'll kill me if I don't Myrtle… He'll kill me." She stayed quiet. She had never seen a boy cry like this. "What does death feel like?" He looked up at her.
"Handsome boys like you don't die." she spoke in a quiet shrill voice. "So you don't need to worry."
Draco took a deep breath in.
"I know," he agreed feeling his head clear a little.
"Besides you're a Slytherin." she felt bad that he cried and wanted to make him feel better so she could get back to moaning. "Syletherins don't fail at their work."
Draco looked up and around the bathroom. He dried his face with his sleeve and nodded. "No they don't." he agreed. "I've got just the idea." He smirked and stood.
"Well if you excuse me," she blurted out. "I have sinks to flood." She floated away into the ceiling and Draco headed for the door feeling pride work it's way back to him. He looked up at the ceiling and felt gratitude towards that ghost. With confidence he stepped out into the hallways with another brilliant plan.