His blond hair normally slicked back, stuck out wildly all over the place, and his striking ice-grey eyes lightened as he gave in to his worst fears. "I can't do this!" he shouted to himself, clutching the sink before him.
"Can't...I can't..." He flung his black sweater vest over his head and wrenched his tie off his neck. His body shook uncontrollably with tears, as he saw his reflection in the mirror facing him.
"Kill me...kill mother...I'm a...coward!" He cried, his voice punctuated with whimpers. He turned on the sink, splashing cold water on his face, in hopes of salvaging his self-control.
He grabbed at his shirt, ripping the sleeves up to look at his mark. The mark that bonded him to evils for the rest of his life. The same mark that rested on the arms of his new life...just as his duty to kill Dumbledore rested heavily on his heart.
He thought of the Death-Eaters, all lined up at the dining table in Malfoy Manor...the Dark Lord at the head, and his father boring holes into his skin from behind...not to mention the grotesque figure of Professor Burbage dripping with blood at the end of it. Wormtail, silencing her into submission...
He looked into the mirror again. He drove his fist into it. And as the glass shards hit his fingers, he ignored the blood dripping from them...just as he ignored Charity...or at least attempted to...
He pierced the skin of his chest, hating himself. Hating what they've done to him...Hating what he's done to himself.
He looked into the remaining shards of glass, still adhered to the wall...and he yelled, "Who am I?!"
And Draco Lucius Malfoy cried. Draco cried in spite of himself.
"Malfoy?" a voice asked, echoing throughout the bathroom.