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Chapter 10

I paced back and forth in front of the door to Dumbledore's office debating with myself weather I should grass on Draco to save him, them both, or just leave. As I decided it was not my business to tell the headmaster what I knew, Draco had confided in me, trusted me to keep his secret to myself and not run around telling every soul, the door opened behind me.

"Harry my boy, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Albus Dumbledore was looking down at me over his half moon shaped spectacles and his eyes were as always so kind, somehow understanding.

"I was just about to leave, professor." I declared. "I came to speak to you, you see." I went quiet and for a moment none of us spoke. "I can't... I mean... I came to speak to you about something someone told me in confidence..."

"But you felt it wouldn't be right." he finished my sentence, still looking very appreciative of my situation. "It is very noble of you, Harry, always wanting to do the right thing. I agree with you, it is not easy to choose between breaking a promise or save an old man."

"H-how...?" how had he known?

"Why don't you come in." Dumbledore stepped to the side so to let me in. I seated in the usual chair in front of his magnificent desk waiting for him to explain further. "I have been led to believe that there is some kind of arrangement between yourself and Mr Malfoy, is that so?" he smiled gently winking nearly invisibly at me.

"Mhmm..." I answered looking down at my shoes, feeling my face burn. Dumbledore took no notice of my awkward behaviour, he only pressed on.

"And he has now been awarded the honourable task to snuff my light, so to speak?" I nodded in response. "And Mr Malfoy is some what unstable right now due to this?"

"He tried to kill himself!" I cried out loud in desperation, only noticing as I was done what a tone I'd expressed myself in.

"There is not much more we can discuss right now Harry, I have already conversed with Mr Malfoy regarding a couple of details and before anything else I need to discuss matters furthermore with a few people."

"You have to protect him professor! I cant lose him now!" I felt like he wasn't taking things serious enough. "He is not safe in the school." I knew how insane it sounded but that's how I felt and if it wasn't for the death eaters or Voldemort, he had to be saved from himself.

"Don't you worry now." he placed a hand on my shoulder and the tone in his voice indicated that it was the time for me to leave and there was no point in delaying it.

The heavy door to Dumbledore's office shut surprisingly quiet behind me as I stepped on to the spiral stairs which brought me back down. I had to find Draco, apologise for my behaviour and comments earlier, I had to find out what he and Dumbledore had been discussing. I made my way through the corridors at a fairly good pace debating on the way, weather I should waste some time by getting the marauders map so to find him quickly that way or just run downstairs at once hoping to run in to him. I never got the chance to see who won the argument, lazy or affective me, because he was stood in the middle of a rather empty corridor surrounded by half a dozen of his little minions. I slowed down as I was about to cross their path, I threw a glance Draco's way, trying lock his eyes with mine, trying to silently tell him I was sorry.

"What the fuck are you staring at?" the voice of course belonged to Pansy Parkinson which was hanging on to Draco by his left arm.

"Ah, shut up!" I hissed at her.

"Yeah, freak! What the fuck are you staring at!?" his venomous tone spread like a snakes poison through my veins, making my stomach turn.

"C'mon man, show him what happens when you gob back like that!" A boy I didn't knew the name of blurted out.

I couldn't be sure but it looked like Draco hesitated a millisecond before he marched over to me, forcing me up against a wall where he pressed his lower arm against my throat, making it hard to breath. I grasped for him, for his face, his hair, his shirt, but he only pushed on even harder and by now my eyes were watering. The people in the background were cheering and wolf whistling at Draco for his performance on the pathetic Gryffindor. He had loosened the grip of me slightly but was still holding me strong, I stared in to eyes for an answer but all I saw was cold lifelessness covering his eyes like a thin veil over the irises. I nodded my head forward pretending to pass out from suffocation, as my forehead hit Draco's shoulder I whispered to him.

"I love you."

I knew he had heard me, his body stiffened and he had snapped around to see if anyone else had picked up on my words. I doubted they had, my speech was almost inaudible and his idiot friends were currently laughing their heads of because of my state. Draco backed off, causing me to crash against the stone floor, which hurt. I remained silent and still until I heard them turn the corner, that's when it all ran over, the pain, the stress, the worries, the venomous touch from Draco, the love... Tears bowled down my cheeks, over the brim of my eyes via the nose before hitting the floor. I was laying there on the cold floor sobbing hysterically causing myself to heave a few times and I just about managed to hold back the sick. I cursed myself over and over in my head for reacting the way I had this morning, I had done exactly what I was scared of, I had pushed him away from me, turned him against myself, he hates me. The tears and the crying had calmed but my body was heavy. I repeatedly lifted my head half an inch from the stone beneath me before dropping it back down. The two collided with a thud, my teeth clashed with a louder and sharper sound, after a while I saw lighting bolts shoot in front of my vision. I guessed that this was how Draco felt when he wanted to harm himself, filled with pain but so numb, angry, bottomless, wounded. In a far distance I heard footsteps heading my way so I pushed myself in to an upright position before I swayed on to my feet seeking cover behind a lavatory door to my right.

"Harry! What a pleasure!" I sighed internally as I heard the silky voice of moaning Myrtle.

"Not now, Myrtle." I muttered and locked myself in one of the stalls but it didn't take long until she was resting her upper body on the top of the divider between the two lavatories.

"Something not right Harry?" she tried to look concerned.

"Maybe." The room was spinning and the flashes of lightning in front of my eyes had become much stronger over the past few minutes, bashing my head against the floor like that was so not a good idea. I braced myself against the toilet and puked. It didnt stop after one heave or two, it went on, and on, and on until I thought my intestines were going to show. Myrtle didnt speak again before I was quietly sat on the floor propped up against the porcelain seat.

"Why are you here? You only show up when you and your friends are up to something bad, something forbidden." I didn't know if I imagined it or not but her voice sounded extra spooky as she uttered the word forbidden. "I take it you have not just come to visit me" She sniffled, pretending to cry.

"I came here to die..." I pitied the extremely melodramatic tone in my voice as I spoke.

"Y-you...whaaat?!" Her exited expression was inevitable. Myrtle flew down from her place on top of the stall to seat on top of the toilet instead, I still leaned against it.

"I love this person, I hurt that person and now he...eh... she, eh... hates me." the sobbing commenced.

"If you want to, I can help you and theeeeeen, you can share toilet with me and theeeeeen, we can get you revenge on this person that broke your heart. And Harry, I would never leave you."

For some reason Myrtle's words felt comforting at that very moment, it didnt matter to me that she was probably the most annoying ghost in this world and I could never ever stand to be with her for an eternity, plus I would never want to haunt Draco, I was the one that initially hurt him. I didnt speak, neither did Myrtle but she reached out her hand and placed it on my forehead. She was cool. After a further few moments it became obvious to me that she was fulfilling her offer since I never rejected it and really, what did it matter now, Draco hated me, I loved him, he was no longer mine, I might as well die. With her hand she seemed to drain the life out of me, I lifted my own hands to study them closer, my fingertips had lost their colour and turned in to that deadly whitish-grey the ghosts wore. Myrtle moved her fingers over my face, down to my chest in the exact same way I used to on Draco before sex, but this was more than passionate from her side. Myrtle glowed more than I had ever seen her do, with a push I saw her hand and lower arm sink deep in to my chest where she later caressed my heart with her fingers, teasing me like two lovers would during foreplay but she teased me not with sex, though with death. I closed my eyes when the heat left my body, it was streaming through my veins, in to my heart and out via Myrtle's arm and body to then evaporate in to thin air. She was only a squeeze of my heart away from bringing me in to her realm of living when the silence we sat in was disturbed by someone's loud shouts and panting. I was weak, my life was almost absorbed by Myrtle now and it wasn't until Draco's pale face was an inch from mine I realised it was him calling my name, him panting from exhaustion. Myrtle pulled away.

"Harry! Harry! What the fuck Harry!" he slapped me in the face, shook my shoulders, tried to get me to focus on him, his tone was desperate.

"D... D... Dr... aco..." I exhaled his name slow and quietly.

"You!" He bellowed at Myrtle which had retreated to the top of the stall again. "You, collect professor Dumbledore at once! GO!"

I felt him squeeze my hand, for once Draco was the warmer one of the two of us. He looked deep in to my eyes, I saw his mouth move but I couldn't hear the words he spoke. It was surreal. It was just like one of those really old black and white films aunt Marge only let me watch when Dudley and I was forced to visit her, when she let Dudley watch all the modern films, when crap films were the worst of my troubles.

TBC,

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