Draco: "But, Drakie! You promised!" Pansy all but shrieked.
"Yes, yes," Draco said dismissively, pushing Pansy away. When she, yet again, tried to stick herself to his arm (much like a piece of thin plastic that, no matter what you do, refuses to let go of your fingers.), Draco yelled, "For Salazar's sake, get off! I need to use the loo!" When she tried to follow, he glared at her and continued walking.
'Finally! She's gone!' He thought after walking through two corridors without a pouting Pansy behind him.
After a few minutes of searching for a random restroom, Draco noticed water leaking into the hallway. 'I must be on... HER floor. Great, well, she did help me... I guess I should thank her.' He went rigid after that thought. 'Thank her? Merlin, what did Granger do to me? Oh well...'
Draco took a deep breath and walked into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Myrtle's cries stopped abruptly when she noticed Draco standing next to a broken sink that had entirely too many soggy, brown paper towels in the basin.
"What do you want?" SNIFFLE. "You here to make fun of me too?" She said in a high-pitched whine.
Draco fought to hide a wince, 'My poor ears,' and said, "I just came to thank you."
"What?" HICCUP.
"I came to thank you for, well, consoling me a few weeks ago," He said, hating having to repeat himself; an expression of gratitude, no less.
"I knew it!" She screamed, pointing an accusing finger at him. "You were here to make fun of me! I didn't talk to anyone a few weeks ago. I was up here flooding this floor!"
"I thought-"
"Well I didn't!" She bellowed. Crossing her arms over her chest, she flew ungracefully into the nearest toilet, causing the water to splash to the floor.
"Okaay," Draco said. He walked out of the bathroom feeling very confused. "Then who was it?" He asked his shadow, which was in front of him as he walked past a torch, leaving it flickering behind him.