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Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to the lovely J.K. Rowling.
(Also if you are curious what is written in italics is quoted directly from Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince).
Hermione Granger walked down the hall, stumbling under the weight of her enormous book bag. Suddenly, she heard something strange from Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. She pushed open the door and peered inside. Draco Malfoy was standing with his back to the door, his hands clutching either sides of the sink, his white-blond head bowed.
"No one can help me," Draco said in a barely audible whisper. His whole body was shaking. "I can't do it… I can't… It won't work… and unless I do it soon… he says he'll kill me…"
Tears streamed down his pale face into the grimy basin. Hermione stared at him, rooted to the spot.
"Malfoy," she called out softly.
He turned at once towards her, his eyes wide and defensive, his barriers up.
"What are you doing here, Granger?" Draco snarled.
"Malfoy," she repeated, her eyes sad, "Why are you crying?"
He furiously wiped at his tears, scowling at her.
"Get out!" He snapped.
"No," she replied simply.
He gave her a look of pure loathing and turned away.
Hermione timidly stepped towards him. She placed a hand on his arm and he recoiled from her touch instantly as if he had been burned.
"Don't touch me you filthy mudblood!" He growled.
A flicker of pain at the old insult registered briefly in Hermione's eyes before she dismissed it.
"No one deserves to be this unhappy, even you," she said.
"Thank Merlin I'll probably be dead by the end of the year so I won't have to listen to more of your insufferable Gryffindor pity," Draco snarled, before turning and quickly exiting the room.