A/N So... Chapter 2! Hope you like it =)

Draco and Pansy walked hand in hand that Saturday afternoon, chatting about everything from the formidable task the Dark Lord had ordered Draco to do, to whether or not Harry Potter used potions to dye his hair.

"Nobody has naturally black hair like that!" exclaimed Pansy "He just must dye it. I wonder who brews the potions for him. Probably that Mudblood girlfriend of his." She laughed "What do you think, Draco?" She asked, looking at him. "Dracy?"

"Oh, what? Sorry. Wasn't paying much attention but yeah… He dye's his hair… Sure…" He trailed off.

"Draco, what's on your mind? You know you can tell me." Said Pansy, stroking his arm.

"Promise you won't tell?" he asked, sounding a bit like a 5 year old.

"Promise." She said with a smile.

"Well You-Know-Who gave me a… mission. He wants me to kill Dumbledore" said the boy, gulping. Pansy gasped then looked at him, a smile plastered onto her face.

"This is great Draco!" she exclaimed "Nobody likes the old coot, anyways. You'll be doing Hogwarts a favor by killing him!" She hugged him tightly and kissed him. "Oops, forgot. But don't worry! Hogwarts will benefit from it!"

"But it's still murder…" whispered Draco, who had just gotten a shade paler.

"Yeah… But it's Dumbledore! Everyone will benefit from his death! And what is he, 150 years old? He'll be dead soon anyways, put him out of his pain and kill him!" She said with a cackle.

"Don't talk about him like he's a dog in pain… He is a human being…"

"But he IS a dog! He's a filthy Muggle lover! Just make the world a better place and get it over with!" She almost yelled.

"Quiet Pansy! Nobody else can know!" He whispered harshly "You promised."

"Oops." She whispered, a slight smile on her lips. She looked at him, surprised to see tears in his eyes. "What is it?"

"I'm… I'm not a murderer…" he choked out and the tears spilled over. Pansy glanced at him with a look of disgust and dropped his hand.

"You're not going to do it? The Dark Lord gives you a job and you're crying about it? Talk to me once you grow a pair." She said, and started walking away.

"Whatever," he mumbled. Fighting back more tears, he sprinted into the school. Where could he go where no one else went? Where he could be alone? His mind was wandering when he suddenly found himself with wet shoes. He looked down to see water coming out of the bottom of the nearest bathroom door. He could hear a girl inside, shrieking. He pushed the door open to see Moaning Myrtle floating above a bathroom stall.

"And who are you? This is MY bathroom. GET OUT!" She yelled, and then shot down into the toilet, causing more water to shoot up into the air.

"I-I'm Draco Malfoy. And you're Moaning Myrtle?" He asked timidly.

"Moaning Myrtle. Why does it have to be Moaning Myrtle? Why not just Myrtle? Just Myrtle!" she shrieked.

"Okay, okay. Myrtle, d-does anyone ever come in here?"

"That Potter boy and his friends used to, but they stopped after that stupid Chamber was opened. Although, I have had some… alone time with Potter." Her cheeks became opaque and she giggled.

"Can we… share this bathroom?"

"Share? No! Last time I let someone use MY bathroom they stayed in here for hours on end and I thought I had actually made friends but no! Who would care about Moaning Myrtle? Who would actually want to be around Moaning Myrtle? Nobody cares about Moaning Myrtle, as if ghosts don't have feelings!" She yelled.

"I-I'd like to spend time with you…" Whispered Draco. Myrtle's face softened.

"Well… You can. Just don't ruin anything, I have this bathroom just the way I want it."

"Okay…" He whispered. He walked over to the sink and turned the warm water on, then dipped his head under it. He stood in that position for quite awhile, Myrtle watching him curiously, what she couldn't see was the redness of his face and the steady flow of tears going down his face. Once the tears stopped, he stood up and shook his head, his blond hair flinging around like dog fur. He stretched, and saw Myrtle staring at him. "What?" He asked.

"What's wrong, boy? You come in here and then have your head in water for half an hour. What the bloody hell is wrong with you?" said the ghost, harshly.

"Nothing" he mumbled. He trudged out of the bathroom and to the dungeons, into the green-tinted Slytherin common room, where every head turned to him. Blaise Zabini rushed forward and said in a hushed tone

"Did the Dark Lord really tell you to kill Dumbledore?" Draco just groaned and put his face in his hands.

"How many people know?"

"I don't know. Pansy told me. So it is true?" He asked, a small grin spreading on his face.

Malfoy pointed his wand at him and whispered "Obliviate!" causes any trace of emotion or knowledge to melt off Blaise's face. He looked at him dumbstruck for a second, then regained his composure with a look of confusion.

"Uhm.. Draco? What were we talking about?" He asked.

"Oh, just the potions essay Snape gave us. Speaking of, I should get started. Cya Blaise!" He said, while running away. He soon found Pansy, who was sitting, alone, next to a emerald window.

"Draco." She said, sucking on the end of her sugar quill while working on Potions.

"Confundo!" he again whispered, hoping nobody would notice the exchange. Her face slackened and her mouth was gaping stupidly. "How many people did you tell?" He asked.

"Only Blaise." She said with a glassy expression.

"Okay." With a wave of his wand the charm was gone, but he pointed the wand again at her and whispered "Obliviate!"

A/N So There it is! Hope you liked this chapter! Please review =) Do you want Draco to forgive her or be mean for something she doesn't know she did? I would love for y'all to review!