Disclaimer: I don't own Draco Malfoy or Myrtle nor even the bathroom they stand in. devastating, isn't it?

AN. Forgive me, for I have sinned. ;P


Draco was depressed as hell. He slummed over the bathroom sink in defeat. Another one of his plots to kill the Headmaster had fallen through. Not that he thought he could actually succeed but it was depressing all the same. It meant he had to come up with something new. A simple, childish way to kill one of the most loved men of all time.

Draco figured he'd take the easy way out, a cursed necklace, what could be simpler?

The problem was the messenger. Typical.

How did that saying go again? Don't kill the messenger.

He should have listened, not to the advice, because who really cared about the delivery guy? No he should have noted the unwritten warning, pick someone who will die to get the package to it's victim. Draco scolded himself, he had meant to think destination but his mood was getting fowler.

"It should have killed me. That would have made this easier." And Draco was always there for the easy way out. He looked in the mirror to see a most unfortunate face hovering behind him.

"We could be together forever." Myrtle said dreamily.

"I don't know how to tell you this without breaking your un-beating heart." Draco replied despondently. "I don't love you, nor could I spend an entity locked away with you. If I wasn't suicidal before, I certainly am now."

"Really?" Myrtle asked hopefully.

"No."

Draco couldn't recall the point when he had first enter the girls bathroom. Nor had he noticed the fact he had slowly made friends with this whiny ghost that had a crush on him. Life was really going down the toilet but that was ok, Myrtle liked it down there anyway.

"We could have a lot of fun haunting the girls bathroom together."

Could she came forever and always sound more exciting?

" You'll drive me to drink one of these days." He scoffed.

She let out a shrill huff of anger before diving head first into the loo.

He stared at the toilet after her. If that was where death lead, he would rather put up with this shit life. Myrtle could be a pain but she had given him an idea.

Drink.

Draco smirked, straightening his collar.

He was off to find the potions Master.