!HBP spoilers!
Disclaimer: Dont own any Harry Potter characters. Harry Potter belongs to JKRowling. Not making any money from this story. please dont sue.
A/N: Hey! I'm back. New, refreshed, uncut and unbeta-ed! Craziness...I know. This is only my second story and i'm already branching off into more challenging fanfiction writing. This one involves Draco, Moaning Myrtle, and...Luna! So enjoy. This is a "Missing moments" kind of piece. It may be a one-shot. Or it may be a long, interesting, death-defying piece. Don't know if its a romance yet or not, but who knows. There are quite a few really good Draco/Luna fics out there. So props to all those D/L writers. This, however, as of now is a Missing Moments fic. I'm here to show you what happened on one of Draco's many visits to Myrtle's bathroom. It should be interesting, especially with Luna. So keep posted, because so much may change. This very first chapter may change. So...have fun! And please Review!
Missing Moments Inc.: Draco's Other Problem
by CrzyAngelchic
-- In the Bathroom --
He curled his lips into a sneer and watched the water make crystal rivers down the sides of the sink. His fingers, grasping the smooth frame of the sink, were white and scarred, aching as he tightened his grip. He leaned on the sink like he knew it was the only thing keeping him up and righted in his life. With a growl, he swept a hand under the running faucet and splashed ice-cold water on his face. It cooled his flushed skin and hid his tears—or so he hoped.
"D-Draco…" a timid voice said from behind him. A transparent body squeezed itself out of a tap somewhere over his shoulder. "Please don't…uh...cry. Won't you tell me what's wrong?"
He closed his eyes tight, hoping to stop the flood of tears. They've been through this many times before. He would sneak into the bathroom after another long day in that hidden room. He knew no one used this bathroom except the depressed girl that haunted it. And she'd offer him her help and comfort. But dammit! Draco didn't want comfort, and her help was nothing to him. No one could help him.
"No one can help me," he said after a while. "No one!"
His voice echoed eerily around the bathroom to finally mix with the gurgling of the water from the faucet. He splashed his face again, the cool water concealing his tears efficiently.
"But…but I don't even know what it is. Maybe if you—"
"No!" Draco spun around to face her, water dripping from his face. "It doesn't matter! He needs me to do it now and you are no help!"
He watched her transparent body flinch at his words. He wasn't usually this harsh with her. Usually he just came into the bathroom and let her comfort him. But today he was having a particularly difficult day. He just didn't care any more.
"I'm…I'm sorr—"
Draco let out a growl filled with anguish and rage. He hated him. Hated the man that had sired him into this kind of life and work. And he was not even there to help him; he's locked up in prison! A Malfoy…in prison! Draco was so upset he didn't notice he was making more cries of rage and splashing water all over the place. Meanwhile behind him, Moaning Myrtle kept saying, "Draco…Draco, please…".
Draco let out one last growl—which was more of a sob, and collapsed against the sink. His anger spent, he actually started to feel ashamed of himself. Oh if anyone had witnessed that little scene, he would be the laughing stock of the whole school.
The bathroom fell quiet again except for the gurgling water from the tap. Draco leaned his head against his hands, lost in his thoughts.
"Are you quite done now?"
Draco swiveled around so fast his neck hurt. That new voice came from the small figure at the far end of the bathroom. She stood just outside of a stall that she must have previously occupied. She had radishes in her ears and a necklace of bottle caps. In her hands were a beetroot and a small red book.
All the color drained from Draco's face and before he could ask, "Who the hell are you?", Moaning Myrtle swept down upon her first.
"What are you doing here?" she screamed wildly.
The girl just looked up at the floating body.
"Well, as this is a bathroom, I was using that stall," she said, pointing over her shoulder.
Myrtle frowned. "Yeah, well, how come I've never seen you in here before? No one comes to visit me."
Draco felt that was beside the point. He had his reputation to think about here. But he still waited for the girl to answer. Maybe she had been hiding in that stall every time he visited this bathroom.
The girl shook her dirty blonde hair out of her eyes and smiled up at the ghost. "Oh, I don't always come here. Any bathroom will do, normally. But Sally was using the sixth floor one and I desperately wanted to write in my diary." She held up the little red book. "And if you want me to visit you, I can come back sometimes. I'm sorry no one visits yo—"
"Who the bloody hell are you?" Draco had had enough of her rambling. He didn't recognize this girl and he was doubly ashamed that she could act as if she hadn't just witnessed a Malfoy in an insane moment of weakness.
The girl looked through Myrtle towards Draco and blinked. "I'm Luna Lovego—"
"I don't care who the hell you are," he cut her off. What kind of name was Luna anyway? He grabbed his wand and moved menacingly towards her. "If you tell anyone what you've just seen…" he sneered.
The girl frowned at him and then looked back at the floating specter that was still glaring at her. "You two are begin awfully rude. I just needed a quiet place to write in my diary. The Ravenclaw common room is always so busy around exam times…"
Draco let out a growl of frustration. How could she stand there being so calm when he was on the verge of hexing her into oblivion? He raised his wand.
"Accio Diary"
The diary zoomed out of her hand and into Draco's. He looked back at her calmed expression with a sneer. "Let's see what you've been writing about in here."
He flipped through the book and was met with blank pages. Just as he was pondering why anyone would carry around a blank diary, a strong odor rose from the pages and he dropped the book.
"Ouch. What the—"
The book seemed to have exploded on his hand. Yellowish pus had oozed from its pages and onto his fingers. The more he tried to wipe it off, the more his fingers burned. He looked up to see Luna giving him a curious look.
"Hm, well it never did that before. But no one has ever tried to look in it before!" she said excitedly. She was smiling serenely now. "I bet that's the defense mechanism it's suppose to come with. I always wondered—"
"Argh. Shut up and help me, you freak! This stuff's not coming off." His hands were now covered with big boils that oozed the same yellowish pus. He was trying to grab his wand that he had dropped but his fingers weren't gripping properly.
"Ack. That stuff stinks," Myrtle said as she zoomed in to get a closer look. Draco's eyes were starting to water from the pain of the oozing boils.
Luna walked over to him and looked down at his hands. "It looks like Stinksap mixed with…undiluted Bubotuber pus.
Draco swore loudly, still trying to wipe at the oozing pus. "How do you bloody get rid of it?"
"You know, you really shouldn't curse so mu— where are you going?"
But Draco was already out the door and headed towards the hospital wing. Moaning Myrtle glared down at Luna again.
"Now you scared him away and he might never visit me again."
Luna considered this. "Well, it didn't seem like he was having much fun in here before, anyway…"
Myrtle's eyes filled up with tears and she let out a wail. "I was trying to help him," she whined, zooming gloomily up into a nearby tap. "No one ever comes to visit me and he's been coming for almost a month now and I know he must've like me until you came along…." Her voice faded into the tap as she disappeared.
Luna stared dreamily at the tap. The Hogwarts ghosts were always so interesting. She turned around and picked up her diary. Even though the Stinksap/Bubotuber Pus was gone, she didn't really feel like finishing her entry. She flipped through the book—with all the pages now filled with writing again—and stopped at the latest entry. The last sentence was incomplete ("And of course they all just stared at me while I put…"), but she always liked it best when that happened. Many entries were ended just like that with blanks here and there, and she never figured out what the rest was supposed to be. She was always so easily distracted when writing in her diary, and plus, it was fun to make up the rest of the entry herself. Well, of course it was already made up by her, but she liked to think up crazy endings to the sentences.
She bent down and picked up her beetroot. If only Draco had stuck around a little longer, she thought. Didn't he know that beetroot was an instant cure for Bubotuber pus? Oh well. She still had an essay to write for Professor Snape and dinner would be starting soon. Without a second thought to what she had witnessed earlier, Luna exited the bathroom and made her way merrily to the Ravenclaw tower.
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