Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter…Tom Riddle would've succeeded in COS, Voldemort would then be sexy and Ginny dead. Now that's a reason to celebrate

A/N: This fic is not related to my other one they just have the similarity because they tie in with Half Blood Prince. There is going to be one other chapter, it has to do with two years later so expect it…soon! Please tell me what you think I love to hear your thoughts. Here it goes…

Hermione Granger walked in a sort of daze. She couldn't believe sixth year was almost over it seemed not too long ago when she was helping Neville search for his toad on their first ride to Hogwarts.

She was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of faint sobbing. She reminded herself that this was the second floor and it contained Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Myrtle was a rather weepy ghost who haunted the girls' toilet; she died over 50 years ago and hadn't gotten over it.

Hermione had some good times in that bathroom she, Harry and Ron made the Polyjuice potion in secret there. How she wished for those days again everything was less…complicated. Harry and Ron were not wanted by almost every girl in the school and Voldemort was presumed dead. Thinking of those memories she found herself walking into the bathroom.

To her surprise she and the glum ghost weren't alone. Draco Malfoy stood there he might have been crying. Myrtle made a motion to him and turned around but before he turned he wiped the tears on his sleeve.

"What are doing in here?" he asked thickly from having just cried.

"Going to use the toilet," she lied, "in case you haven't noticed this is a girls' bathroom. Unless you secretly are female I believe you should leave"

"I'm aware of this being a girls' bathroom," his voice growing arrogant, "I happen to be male and I'm in here because a fifth year prefect thought he saw Myrtle spying on him in the Prefects' Bathroom."

"Then why were you crying?" she dared to ask.

"I wasn't crying," he protested.

"Your eyes are both red and I watched you wipe your tears on your sleeve," She replied edging closer. "Considering you have that solid evidence against you were crying."

She took that moment to glance at his face. His silver eyes were almost grey that matched his pale almost grey skin, he seemed as he hadn't seen sunlight in a while. His eyes glisten slightly with unfallen tears. A feeling seized her stomach…pity.

"It's okay if you cry," she told him, "Everyone cries at least once in their life."

"He didn't," Malfoy said softly.

"Who?"

"The Dark Lord," his voice barley above a whisper.

"He's lying to you then," she replied gently.

"He'll kill me and my family," Malfoy was crying again. "If I don't do what he asks."

"And what's that?" she asked soothingly, she drew very near but didn't touch him.

"He wants me to…" He started to sob, "I can't tell you…really I can't. I'll be a traitor…I shouldn't have told you any of this." His sobs died down and she stole some toilet paper for him to wipe his eyes and blow his nose. "Thanks" he smiled, not smirked, smiled.

He looked…handsome, maybe it was because he was smiling or maybe it was the flush on his cheeks from crying.

"You're welcome," Hermione smiled warmly and began to walk away.

"Wait!" Malfoy called after her. He grabbed her hand his other hand went to her cheek. She inhaled sharply but didn't shy away. He leaned in, their lips millimeters away he then closed the gap by kissing her gently.

"You don't have to side with them," she whispered when they separated.

"I don't know," he was shaking tears were falling, "but I have to tell you something…"

He was interrupted by Moaning Myrtle "Harry Potter is coming! He's in the corridor!"

Hermione ran to nearest stall and hid standing/crouching on the toilet. She could see through the crack. Malfoy was crying but she couldn't comfort him.

"Don't," Myrtle crooned, "Don't tell me what's wrong…I can help…"

"No one can help me," he said now standing with both hands on the sink, his head bowed, tears trailing down his pallid face and into the sink. "I can't do it…I can't…it won't work…and unless I do it soon…he says he'll kill me…"

Hermione watched in horror as she noticed Harry and Malfoy noticed soon after. Her best friend and enemy dueled for several long seconds, Myrtle was trying to stop them but it was futile. Hermione could only watch helplessly.

As she heard crui for a split second in which she feared for her best friend but when she heard what was uttered from Harry's lips she was stunned…Sectumsempra.

Devastated she watched a gash appear across Draco Malfoy's face and chest as a sword would, blood gushed staining his robes vermillion. She muffled her scream.

Not too long later Snape was attracted by Myrtle's screams of a murder in the bathroom. For a few long moments she wondered if it really was murder. He was breathing that was good. Snape easily healed the wounds and interrogated Harry.

That spell was so evil probably Dark Arts, she reminded herself. From then on she knew Harry shouldn't trust the book, it was evil.