Draco had enough of everything. He couldn't do this. He whimpered as he thought of what Voldemort threatened to do. His breath caught in his throat, the fear choking him like a thick fog, blocking all rational thought. He bit his lip and tightened his hands into fists. He couldn't take it. Turning on the faucet he splashed water on his face to hide the falling tears. He sobbed as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He didn't know who he was anymore. He heard someone come in and he hastily whipped out his wand.
It was Potter.