Summary: Myrtle really liked this boy who visited her all the time, but her curiosity got the best of her.
Rated: K+
Genre: General
Warning Tag: Implied Mention of Murder
Meddling Myrtle
Myrtle grew quite fond of the blond Slytherin boy despite her bad experience with Slytherin students back in her time. His visits to her bathroom seemed to grow longer each time, and even though he didn't talk to her that much, he also didn't seem to mind her company and idle chatter in exchange. She liked to know it helped him with whatever it was that was bothering him, but Myrtle knew first-hand how it felt to be bullied, and he seemed to be experiencing just that by his withdrawn behavior.
It got to the point where Myrtle grew curious about what he did outside of her bathroom, and like any ghost would do when wanting to follow someone, she would become non-corporal and roam out from her home to follow the boy. She didn't like to leave often, but she wanted to know who was the one causing him such grief since he refused to talk about it. Maybe she could do something back it.
Draco tended to wander a lot, constantly looking over his shoulder at every turn. Myrtle kept hidden, watching him through the walls or ceiling. Eventually, she found herself slipping through a door that appeared from nowhere. He had entered and she quickly followed, not familiar with the room that she entered. Distracted by the countless things littered about haphazardly, a warped thought crossed her mind to knock one of the large piles over to help end his misery but shook it off. That wouldn't be very kind. After all, she loathed the one who stole her own life away, she couldn't do it to someone else.
She settled down nearby where Draco finally stopped weaving through the junk. Myrtle watched him closely as he tinkered with a cabinet for what felt like ages before he placed a bird inside of it and closed the door. The chirping song it resonated from within was troubled, but she found it oddly pleasing anyway despite the distress. But it was gone just as quick, piquing Myrtle's curiosity as to what happened. When Draco opened the cabinet, there was nothing, but when he uttered a spell and opened it again, there was the white bird he had placed inside, lifeless and unmoving. Myrtle couldn't help but let out a gasp, alerting him to her presence. She made herself visible and billowed down next to the very startled boy who was looking every which way for the culprit.
He didn't look very happy to see her.
Myrtle peered inside the cabinet again, blinking a few times before looking over at him.
"Well, that didn't go according to plan, did it?" she asked, not even sure what Draco was trying to do, to begin with.
He swore under his breath and slammed the cabinet shut. "You cannot tell anyone about this."
She pressed her fingers to the corner of her mouth and slid them across them before kissing her fingertips and fluttering them away from her like a butterfly. Draco's hard stare did not falter.
"Your secrets are always safe with me, Draco."
Originally written for:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments)
Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition
Monthly Challenges for All
Word Count: 513
Originally Written: April 2020