Harry and Co. Belong to You Know Who...Well not him but J.K.

Anyways - Enjoy the update. Sorry Life got in the way


He watched the Gryffindor table with envious eyes. He had initially not wanted to come back, he had feared being Persona Non Gratta. Professor McGonagall had not been pleased but when you had not one but two headmasters on your side, you pretty much could win any argument.

She had warned him, should he be tempted to try any of his old tricks. He shuddered at the idea of ever going near the Room of Requirement. He sometimes woke up in a sweat, hearing Crabbe's death throes and the Fiendfyre that had almost claimed his own life.

He glanced towards the Gryffindors, they looked so whole. Like the war had made them stronger and closer that they were before as it that was possible.

Draco ignored his plate, he pushed it away. The Slytherin table had very few faces he recognized. Except for Pansy who made a move to join him but he cut her off with a cold look. Annoyed he left the table, he was walking out of the Great Hall when he bumped into the Weasley girl.

"Sorry, didn't see…" Ginny trailed off, she stepped out of his way. Malfoy snorted and ignoring her inquiring look he made his way to the second corridor. Draco shoved the bathroom door opened, he leaned against the wall.

It seemed so long ago that he had been here. The war felt like ages ago, he wondered if it was a good thing for him to come back here. "Hiya, Draco." Myrtle's girlish giggle broke through his moody thoughts .

"Long time no see. It's nice to know you're back, I missed you." Draco raised an eyebrow, following her aerial acrobatics. "Did you?" he asked. Myrtle landed partially through the sinks, her legs swinging. "You seem different." she observed. "Well, yeah." he was clearly uncomfortable, talking was not something he had learned the two years he was gone from school.

"I haven't been so lonely, I have visitors now. Beside you." she whispered to him, her tone of one telling a secret. "Who?" despite his melancholy he was curious, who else would hang around here. "Harry." Myrtle responded in a dreamy voice. "and Ginny. She's nice enough but not like Harry." Draco smirked

"Trust Potter to make friends with a lovesick ghost."

Myrtle zoomed right through him, satisfaction marking her translucent face at his discomfort. "I told you not to do that." he shouted, shaking off the cold. "You're just jealous. Why do you have to be mean to me." with a last wail, she dove into her stall.

Draco sighed, the water had really traveled. He moved back, he had no desire to wet his shoes. His foot stepped on something solid. He lifted his foot, it was a slim black volume. He picked it up and opened it cautiously.

"My love, the woman I love, Satine is...Dead." Draco read the entry and slipped the book into his cloak.