Hi there! This is my take on the whole HP6 bathroom scene between Harry and Draco. What I think should or could have happened had Harry not been so quick to attack.

I'm hoping to be able to make this a bit more dramatic in the capturing of their emotions and showing their thoughts; the sadness and despair of their roles, rather than the anger they usually to each other.

So here's the first bit:

Bathroom Breakdown

Harry's Pov:

Entering the Great Hall, I was in time to see the look Katie gave Malfoy. I saw the way she stared at him in horror, an image which was mirrored on Malfoy's face; mixed with fear. In that instant I knew that I was right. That I was right all along and once again I'd been ignored by all authority figures and my supposed best friends.

Once again, I was on my own against the evil of this world.

In his eyes I saw terror and knew he was behind all the shit that had happened this year. No doubt, because 'HE', the bloody Dark Lord, had commanded it and that meant I was right, Draco-Fucking-Malfoy was now a Friggin' Deatheater.

I thought no more on this and took off after him, as he fled the Great Hall.

I followed him; with no idea what I was going to do when caught him. Nor why, instead of rage and anger flowing through my veins at what he's done, I felt fear and worry coursing through me entire being.

Fear for what will become of him, he's not succeeding; he was failing in his task and failure would not be tolerated; it will leave him insane or dead.

Nobody deserves such a fate, not even Malfoy, which is why I'm worried for him. Resisting the urge to roll my eyes; bloody hero complex acting up, again.

Climbing the stairs two at a time, I shake my head, I don't really believe it! I feel even more nauseas and worried, for himm than when I went off to rescue Sirius and he ended up dying because of my stupidity. I feel sheer terror for Malfoy. Terror for what may become of him, though we are rivals, I don't want him to die. I don't want to lose him, which I will if I don't do something.

Why must it always be me?

I can't explain this need to keep him alive. Why him of all people, I can't lose and this irritates the hell out of me.

I don't have time to ponder this. I've arrived at his hiding place. Ironically enough, he's hiding out in Moaning Myrtles bathroom.

'Merlin, please don't let her be in there.' I silently beg; a shiver going down my back.

Opening the door, as noiselessly as I can, whilst my heart beats a mile a minute, I edge around the wall moving sideways, freeing my wand as I go. All the while, I can hear running water from the sinks; pouring heavily.

Just under that, hidden by the noise of running water, I can make out the noise of someone crying but trying to stifle it at the same time. There was an edge of hysteria to the sobs. A sound I knew all too well, I experienced it every single night when I awoke from the nightmares of loved ones dying.

I peaked around the corner, towards the sinks and almost audibly gasp at what I see… it's a sight I never thought I would see on Malfoy. I never thought he could experience such emotion... he always seemed so cold and distant!

His back was to me; hunched over the sink; both hands clasping the sides tight enough to crack. He was even whiter than normal; which was very worrying. He never had much colour to begin with.

Chancing a glimpse at his face I feel my chest clench; his face was deathly pale. He looked like a corpse.

Then there was his hair; his perfectly gelled immaculate hair was gone.

Malfoy always prided himself on his perfection; especially his hair, for it to be even one strand out of place, then tragedy must have struck him. But for it to be a complete mess then, the apocalypse must be upon him.

I could hear his barely contained sobs worsening. His control was breaking; hysteria looming.

As I'd watched and absorbed this, my body, of its own accord, had begun moving out of my hiding place, yearning to go comfort him, to take away his pain; if for only a brief period.

When my mind caught up to my body, I realised, I could not let this go. Let him the embodiment of perfection; of wealth; of arrogance and masks, crumble and break. To become, completely destroyed by the weight on his slim shoulders; to collapse to the pressure; and darkness of despair.

That's when it truly hit me; we're so alike and yet so different; like two sides of the same coin.

With that realisation, I gathered my Gryffindor courage; lowered my wand; raising my head high; my ultimate show of stubbornness, as Ron and Hermione liked to call it.

As ready as I'll ever be, I squelched down my feelings of unease; which had doubled in the time I'd watched him.

Speaking as calmly and steadily as I could. "What are you doing here Malfoy?"

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