Written for the Fill the Calendar Challenge : October 4 - Write about a platonic pairing.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Magical Objects and their Uses Assignment #3 : Write about a deep wish coming true.
Greek Mythology Mega Prompt Challenge : #55 Aidos - Write about a platonic relationship
Moaning Myrtle was floating all around the Girl's Lavatory begrudgingly that day, when the entrance of the room burst open, revealing a young boy. The boy had tears streaming down his face, nail marks on his palms and his platinum blond hair up in a mess. The young lad clutched on the sides of the sink hard, his steely blue eyes boring straight onto his reflexion in the mirror.
Myrtle hovered by one of the cubicles, watching the boy. He had features close to a certain Abraxas Malfoy.. She heard the boy sob, weeping like a broken man. She decided to float towards him cautiously, watching him as she approached. "Are you okay?' she asked with a squeaky voice.
"Leave me alone." the boy simply ordered her. She was surprised at the authority in his voice that made her almost want to obey him.
"Why are you crying?" she ignored his previous statement.
"I said, leave me alone!" the boy pounded his fist against the old sink which almost fell in contact with his skin.
"You should know that this lavatory was closed for a reason, and I occupy this place. So if anyone's going to leave, it's you." she bossed him.
The boy just shot her a chilling glare and hastily wiped his eyes to rid the tears. "Fine."
With that, the boy left, banging the door behind him.
It was after 2 months that Myrtle had seen the boy again. This time, he had torn robes yet he was still crying. Myrtle hovered beside him, examining the thin gashes on his skin. "What happened to you?" she asked.
The boy just ignored her and ran cold water over his wounds, wincing in pain. "You do know you're a wizard, right? You have a wand that could heal your wounds immediately." Myrtle pointed towards his discarded robes across the room, his wand poking out. The boy walked over to retrieve his wand, pointing to his wounds and muttering spells under his breath.
Myrtle sat on the edge of the sink, examining the boy. "You look like someone I know from before.. Perhaps, you're a Malfoy?" she guessed.
"Yes." the blond hissed, repairing his torn robes.
"What's your name?"
"Draco." Draco did not have the energy to sneer at the young ghost.
"Hello, Draco." Myrtle gave him a cheeky wink.
Fast forward 6 months and several meetings later, Draco considerably lightened up to Myrtle's attempts on befriending him, and Myrtle was proud to say he was less hostile to her. He had also learned to vent out on her, and Myrtle really did listen.
Today, Draco was playing with a puddle of water, his back against the cool tiles on the wall. Myrtle hovered in front of him, floating and making loops and somersaults mid-air. Draco looked up at her, a small chuckle escaping his lips. Myrtle was beyond shocked- he actually chuckled! Draco showed little of emotions when talking to her, but today, he had changed. Myrtle was now beyond proud of herself.
Draco was eternally thankful for Myrtle. She had been someone he was alright in confiding to- partly because she was already dead. She was always in the lavatory when he needed her the most (It was her place, after all.) She didn't even judge him for crying for something she doesn't know. There was still some secrets he had that were left untold.
"Why are you always crying?'" she would always ask, trying to find ways to comfort him.
"I can't tell you." he curtly answers.
"I can help you, Draco."
"No one can help me." Draco hopelessly says. Every time.
But Draco was thankful, nonetheless. His sole wish had finally come true. He finally had a friend.