Draco Malfoy was standing with his back to the door, his hands clutching either side of the sink, his white-blond head bowed.
"Don't," crooned Moaning Myrtle's voice from one of the cubicles. "Don't . . . tell me what's wrong . . . I can help you. . . "
"No one can help me," said Malfoy. 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. . . "
And Harry realized, with a shock so huge it seemed to root him to the spot, that Malfoy was crying-actually crying-tears streaming down his pale face into the grimy basin. Malfoy gasped and gulped and then, with a great shudder, looked up into flu-cracked mirror and saw Harry staring at him over his shoulder.
Malfoy wheeled around, drawing his wand. Instinctively, Harry pulled out his own.*
They stared, wands pointed at each other, not daring to move. The atmosphere in the bathroom was incredibly tense, and Myrtle was looking at both, wide eyes glistening with tears. In hindsight, Harry recognized that as the factor that swung his mood; the phantasm girl could be obnoxious and annoying, but she was kind and somewhat emphatic, and Harry could not believe for his life that Myrtle would be trying to comfort a murderer.
Harry was lost in his thoughts while he observed his school-nemesis. Draco looked awful. His hair was lifeless, and he had deep, almost black eye bag. He looked even paler and thinner than usual and the tip of his wand was shaking, as if he didn't have to strength to hold it still. At that moment, he fell on his knees, sobbing.
At that moment, Harry made a choice. He had his long time enemy on his knees, completely defeated, and yet, he didn't feel good. He didn't feel victorious or prideful, he was just angry. Angry at Voldemort, for pushing both he and Draco out of their childhood and into a war. Angry at Dumbledore, for not doing more, angry at Snape, at the Malfoy´s, at Fudge and Scrimgeour. And so, he made a choice.
Lowering his wand, he got closer to Draco and Myrtle, and sat on the floor, facing Draco. "I know you took the Dark Mark" he said, causing the blond to widen his eyes in shock, enough for Harry to see the fear in them. "And I also know that you have a mission in the castle for Voldemort".
Ignoring Draco´s shiver of fear, Harry continued. "I believe is related to the Room of Requirement, and that you had also something to do with Katie Bell and Ron´s attacks". The last part was mostly a hunch, but the look in Malfoy´s face confirmed his suspicions. "Hermione owns me a gigantic apology" Harry thought.
"What are you going to do?" asked the blond with a crooked voice, defeat filling his every word. His voice, his movement, his look.
"Turn you in!" screamed Hermione inside Harry´s head. "That won´t do anything" another voice said bitterly, one Harry associated with the feelings after Sirius death. "Kill you" said the voice associated with summer and the Dursleys. "Nothing" said his mouth.
At the look of surprise in Draco´s face, he continued. "At least not yet". After a brief moment, Harry stood up, straightening his robes. "If you already have chosen a side, we will meet again. And I will do my damn best to stop you and Voldemort". Harry moved closer to the bathroom door, before saying his intended closing words. "If you, like Dumbledore believes, are yet to choose; he can help you. Ask him"
"I have no choice" said the young Death-Eater with a voice so low. "He will kill me, and he will kill mother."
Back turned to Malfoy, Harry answered. "There´s always a choice. Denying that only serves as an excuse to avoid the consequences of our decisions". There was that voice again, the one of the Ministry, Hermione and Sirius. The one of regret. He won't take rash choices again.
"If you don´t want to talk to Snape, maybe you can talk to me." After making sure he actually have said those words, he finished his offer. "Not a great listener, but I will do my best".
And so, Harry left the bathroom, leaving a completely stunned Draco, alongside with a really confused Myrtle.
AN1: * From J. K. Rowling Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.
AN2: In case you missed the description, not a Drarry story. Sorry.