Chapter Three—Discovered
As homework has been increasing at an enormously large rate, Draco found less time to sneak into the bathroom to see Myrtle. He did not love her; after all, she's a ghost. But she understood. She knew what it was like to cry, and have no one to comfort you. He liked her company. He went to the bathroom at least once a week. Myrtle had been able to tell Draco that Harry was trying to spy on him. She found lots of useful information about Harry.One particularly horrible day, he leaked some information to Myrtle.
Draco hunched over the sink, his head facing the faucet, and his hands gripping the edges. He cried harder than usual.
(excerpt from HBP pg. 521 US version)
"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…"
Draco gasped. His gray eyes were looking down, but when he raised his head by a millimeter, he spotted a boy in the cracked mirror.
The Chosen One decided to come down for a visit.
Draco whipped around, tears continuing to fall from his eyes. But they were now tears of anger. So Potty thought it would be fun to spy on me, huh?
After many spells and curses emitted from each wand, Draco lost control. All his anger at Harry shot out in the form of one curse. Not thinking of the consequences, Drako bellowed out the one curse that could make Harry regret coming in the boy's bathroom.
"Cruci—""SECTUMSEMPRA!"
Potter's curse hit Draco across his chest. He felt as though a sharp sword was slicing his body. Draco didn't have enough energy to yell out as he collapsed onto the floor, drenched in his own blood…
No…all I wanted was a friend… a real friend… I don't want to join the Death Eaters… I don't want to be enemies with Potter…I wish it would all end! I want to restart my life! I just want a normal life…was Draco's last thought before he fell unconscious.