"Cr…Crabbe?" He squinted, "I—Is that you?" Draco layed there on the ground, squalled together like a frightened baby. The figure in front of him looked just like Draco remembered — Too big for that old Hogwarts uniform, his hair uncombed, his eyes bulging out of his skin. It was amazing…A complete replica.

Except their was a problem.

"Yes, it's me," He grunted. Draco's eyes widened. Draco couldn't breath. It had to be a lie…A trick…a test. The-Supposed-Crabbe held out his hand, and at first Draco was hesitant but then he grabbed it and Crabbe pulled him up. They both stared at eachother for a moment.

"But you're dead," Draco stated. Crabbe nodded.

"And I'm dead too?" Draco asked in a small voice.

"Are you?" Crabbe replied. Draco squinted at him, opened his mouth like he was going to spit something demanding and fearful, but then the words disappeared inside his mouth. Draco finally looked around. He was at Hogwarts again— In the girl's bathroom. He hadn't been here in years…and yet…He swirved toward a mirror and let out a sound of horror.

He…He looked sixteen. He recognized that straight-laced haircut, those purple circles around his eyes, his newly-came body. He touched his badly-shaven face and gaped.

He was…young again.

"But I died," He whispered, as he leaned into the sink, "Somebody was holding my hand…Telling me it was alright…Why am I here? Aren't I supposed to be in…Be in Heaven?"

"Or," He added, with a gulp, "Hell?" He swirved around, staring at Crabbe again. This was all wrong…Nothing was right.

"Or is this what hell is?" He whispered to himself. Crabbe let out a laugh that he had barely heard even when Crabbe was alive. Draco heaved.

"No, you're not dead," Crabbe told him calmly, "But you did die." At first, Draco just stared at him. But then, he started to laugh. A deranged, horrible laugh that finally reflected the broken madness in his soul.

"I'm hallucinating, aren't I?" Draco laughed madly, "I'M NUTS!"

"You're not hallucinating."

"Yes I am, I'm talking to somebody who isn't there!" Draco spat in laughter. Crabbe looked at him as if he was contemplating what he should do. Talk to him? Hit him? Yell? But all he did was reach out at him. He barely touched his shoulder before Draco recoiled and screamed.

"D—Don't touch me!"

"I think I just proved that you believe I'm here," Crabbe told him with a smirk. A rush went through Draco's body instantly.

"W—What do you want?" Draco quivered.

"To give you a second chance," Crabbe said firmly. Draco looked at him flabbergasted.

"A second chance?" He asked slowly.

"I'm guessing you remember this year?" Crabbe asked. Draco, not meaning to, turned back toward the mirror. He examined himself again, as if wanting a different answer, but it was too late. He saw who he was clearly, and he hated what he was actually here, wasn't he? Standing here at present time, in the girl's bathroom?

"Sixth," He mumbled instantly.

"Yes," Crabbe said, "The year you finally broke down." Draco's eyes narrowed at him through the mirror reflection.

"I was a boy! I WAS A BOY AND I HAD TO KILL A MAN! I WAS A BOY AND—"

"It wasn't only that, mate. You went through something else that year." Suddenly, Draco spun around toward him fully, more momentum then ever. His eyes were large with a mix of fury and fear. He could've pretended that he didn't know what Crabbe was saying, but by the look in Crabbe's eyes, he knew that Crabbe knew something.

"How do you know that?" He hissed.

"That you loved her?" Crabbe asked, with a smirk, "Does it matter?"

"I didn't love her, I was confused, I just—"

"You loved her," Crabbe said aggressively, and added quickly "And now it's your chance."

"What?" Draco sneered.

"You have been given a second chance, Draco. To change your actions. To play it different. To change fate. If I were you,I'd take it." Draco was about to lunge at him, but then Crabbe disappeared. Out of thin air. Just like that. Draco swirved in a circle, looking in all direction.

All he could hear was dripping water.

"Crabbe?" He asked softly. No reply.

"CRABBE!" He roared, but there was no response.

For the first time in Draco's life, he wished he was dead. A sob seemed to come up in him, but he stopped himself. This was real, he had to get through it, killing himself wouldn't do anything for him. What a horrible nightmare he was in… But then, when he really thought about it, a little bit of hope appeared, a tiny bit of peace.

For the last time he looked into the mirror. He hated how he looked. He hated what he was, how he turned out, the choices he made. He would do anything to change it. And even though he knew he could only do so much now, he knew one thing that he could do.

He would finally win Hermione Granger's heart.