Mission
For the Confessions Challenge
Confession: "I don't want an audience."
As Snape dismissed the class, Draco Malfoy rushed from the room, his dark robes billowing out behind him. He was on a mission and that was to find an unoccupied washroom. As he rounded a corner he nearly took out a first year. The small blonde boy's eyes were wide and full of fright as Draco shoved him to the side and continued on his way.
Finally, the door to the boys' washroom came appeared before him. Jerking it open, her nearly ran inside. He stepped up to a urinal on the far right, three down from the forth year who had walked in just before him.
Draco unzipped his pants and attempted to relieve his strained bladder, but to no avail. His shy bladder refused to work in the presence of another male. Disgruntled, Draco zipped his trousers and fled the bathroom in search of another, earning himself a confused look from the fourth year.
The pressure in his bladder had gotten to the point of being painful by now, as he dashed up the hall to the Slytherin common room. He flung open the door to the boys' lavatory only to find a group of sixth years occupying it.
"Oh, come on!" He muttered before shoving the door back closed and jogging out of the common room.
The stairs to the first floor seemed unusually crowded as he made his way up them and every student that passed him seemed to elbow him, bump his side or nudge him in the stomach with their bag.
Draco took a moment to close his eyes and take a deep breath after finding both boys' privys on the first floor to be occupied. Giving up all hope of finding a free loo in a convenient area, he ventured up the stairs, each step making him want to cry—or wet his pants, he wasn't sure which would be more embarrassing.
Finally, Draco made his way to the fifth floor. He waddled to the door marked "boys" and pushed it open. The room was blissfully empty. He sighed and made his way to the nearest urinal. Just as he stepped up to the commode he heard the door open.
Spinning around, he spotted Harry Potter looking at him strangely and and walking towards the row of urinals.
"Dammit, Potter, find your own bathroom!" He shouted.
Harry looked taken aback by his out burst. "I'm sorry, Malfoy, I didn't realize you owned the loo." he snarled.
Draco was desperate by now, he was sure that his bladder would burst if he didn't empty it soon. "Just give me two minutes." he reasoned, a note of desperation in his voice.
"Why?" Harry questioned sceptically.
"I just... I don't want an audience, okay?" Draco finally ground out, his cheeks flushing.
Harry let out a bark of laughter, "Aw... doesn't poor little Drakie have a shy little pee pee?"
Draco gritted his teeth, "If I didn't have to pee so bad right now, Potter, I would hex you into next week."
Harry continued to laugh, tears now coming to his eyes. "Oh, wait til everyone hears this. This is going to be great! The big, bad Slytherin Price can't even pee in a public restroom!" Still laughing, Harry left his blonde classmate in peace.
Thankful, Draco ripped down his trousers and relieved himself, sighing in the process as a shiver of relief ran down his spine. When he was finished, he washed his hands and stepped out of the bathroom.
He had a new mission: to find Harry Potter and make him wish he had never stepped into the fifth floor boys' lavatory.