*waves hand* this is the disclaimer you are looking for
Pathetic. That's all he was. Just pathetic.
Those words echoed in Draco's mind. Yes, he surely was now, he could see it staring back at him morosely in the mirror in the bathroom. He had grown older in more ways than one, there were bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep and, he was ashamed to admit, the crying.
Draco looked away from his reflection and left the sink, walking towards a wall and sitting down, head in his hands. He couldn't kill him. He couldn't. But he had to, or else...
Lifting his head from his hands, Draco stood up and left the bathroom, walking into the empty hall. Most of the school was gone on a Hogsmead weekend, and here Draco was, staring out a window feeling sorry for himself.
A small bird flew towards the window he was staring at, flying too quickly for its own good. The bird hit it with a resounding thump, and fell down, down, down...
He couldn't watch. Draco leaned his blonde head against the glass and closed his eyes. I'm sorry...I'm sorry...
