Author's Note: First of all, thanks so much to my reviewers, I've never had thi smany reviews, I feel so special. However, that does mean more pressure…haha, well I hope I don't disappoint you with this chapter, despite the fact that there's no Remus or Tonks. No, now I go into different characters…(psst, this is your cue for a collective 'oooooooo')

Oh, and Black Slytherin Girl, Sirius was Tonks' second cousin. Andromeda was his first cousin. I hope that clears things up for you.

Also, you all seem to have a lot of really good ideas and opinions. So if anyone would ever like to discuss different HP ideas and theories, or just talk about the book, my AIM screen name is AnimeDork978. Also, I'm always up for some good Harry Potter roleplaying!

Draco sighed, climbing out of the prefect's tub and unplugging the drain. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, then dried off his hair and body before he pulled on his pants. He ambled over to the mirror tiredly, wiping off the mirror. But as he attempted to comb his hair back into place, he was surprised to see the reflection of something glimmering across the room, in the tub.

He spun around. "Who's there?" he said, his voice something between anxiousness and fury. But he was too tired to act threatening. No one answered him. "I said, WHO'S THERE?"

"You don't have to yell," said a timid voice from behind him. He spun around and found himself almost nose to nose with a girl who had glasses and pigtails. A girl who was transparent.

He stumbled backwards in surprise. "You're…you're…How long were you there?" he said angrily.

She smiled. "Since you came in," she said. He though he saw a mischievous look in her eyes.

"Get out," he said, turning away, resuming the combing of his hair.

"You can't make me," she said, floating in front of him with a smirk.

He glared at her. "I said, GET OUT!" he shouted.

Her expression fell from amusement to…was it pity? "Why were you crying?" she asked quietly.

Draco dropped his comb, silent for a moment. When he willed his voice to speak, it was strained and angry. "I wasn't crying you twit."

"Yes you were," said the girl. "You're face was all wet."

"I was in the bath!" he yelled. "Of course it was!" He was growing angrier by the second. What right had she to come in and watch him bathe, then make fun of him?

"No," she said. "When you came in. There were tears on your cheek." She raised a ghostly hand to touch his face, but it only fell through, cold and clammy. Draco didn't notice.

"Were not," he muttered, turning away and drying his hair off some more with a towel before going back to combing it.

She floated around to face him again. "Why were you so sad?" she repeated.

"Get out!" he yelled again, but even so, his eyes began to fill with involuntary tears. "Get out and leave me alone!" She looked at him again with that look of pity. He hated it. "Get out of here!" he screamed as he felt a tear run down his cheek.

She didn't move, just looked at him sadly. She didn't even speak. He yelled again. "Didn't you hear me? Get OUT of here! Leave me alone!" He felt more hot, angry tears slide down his cheeks.

He couldn't even look at his own reflection. What a mess he must look. A sixteen, nearly seventeen-year-old Death Eater crying his eyes out in a bathroom? What a sight.

He crumpled to his knees, clutching his face in his hands. "I…can't…do it…I'm not strong enough…I just can't do it!"

The ghost girl floated down beside him cooing softly. "Shhh…shhh… it's alright…You're fine…Just tell me what's wrong…"

"No," said Draco, still covering his face. "No, I can't…He'll kill me…I can't do it…I can't do it!" He shuddered.

"Shhh…It's alright," said the ghost.

Draco was trembling now, his hands shaking violently as he continued to cover his face. "No…no…he's going to kill me, I- I can't…" He looked up from behind his pale fingers, eyes bloodshot and face whiter than the ghost before him. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it on, followed by his robes. He snatched up the remainder of his things and tore from the bathroom, still shaking.

When he burst into the Slytherin common room a few minutes later, he found it nearly deserted, save his fellow sixth year boys and a few others, still hanging around in the common room. He stormed through the room so fast they couldn't see his face.

"Leave me alone," he said. "Don't come up until you're sure I'm asleep." He shed his robes and shirt once more, dropping everything onto the floor before flinging himself onto the bed and drawing the emerald curtains around him.

He had stopped crying now, though his face was still streaked with tears. He wiped them furiously with his palms, but those were just as tear stained, so he used his pillow instead.

He barely had thought to think of who that ghost girl had been, though he didn't really care. He seemed to recall a story Pansy had told him, about a ghostly girl who cried and haunted one of the broken girl's bathrooms. Maybe that was her. Her name was something odd. Like Crying Cathrine. Or Weeping Wilma…No, no it was Moaning Myrtle. That was it. Like it mattered.

He collected his thoughts, bottling his emotions back inside him. Where they belonged. It was at this moment the weight on the bed shifted. He hadn't even heard someone open the door, or the curtains to his bed. It was too dark.

A hand found its way to his hair and began to stroke it lovingly. "Are you alright Draco?" came Pansy's voice from the darkness. "Theodore said you were acting a bit strange."

"I'm fine," he said. "Just a bit tired."

"You're not too tired are you?" she said, leaning down to kiss him. He turned his head away and her lips landed on the pillow.

"I'd really just like to be alone right now Pansy," he said. "Tired, stressed, you know."

"But I can help," she said, placing her lips on his neck, trying once again to seduce him. He nudged her away, a little more firmly this time.

"I said, I'd like to be alone," he repeated. She stood up and he felt the bed shift back to normal again.

"Oh, fine!" she said dejectedly, and left the room.

Draco turned over, drawing the curtains closed again before putting his hands behind his head and looking up at the ceiling in the darkness.

"I can't do it," he muttered. "I just can't do it…"

He felt the spot on his arm burn in his memory.

"But I have to."

Author's Note: Hehe...Draco's emo...haha...sorry, but I think that's a funny picture, Draco all emo...okay, anyway, didn't mean to ruin the mood. Hope you enjoyed!