Malfoy 's going down the hall like he 's crazy. The eyes shiny with anger. The steps were wide, each given echo on the walls. Draco loosened the tie by unlocking the top button of his shirt. There 's not enough air. A few minutes later, he was already standing at the toilet door. After opening it, Malfoy went inside.
"Oh, why is it our sluderin so angry?" Something happened? - Myrtle immediately noticed the guest. - I have a sea of guests today, - the satisfied ghost began to fly in circles around the room.
- Hi, - carelessly abandoned the young man, passing deep into a room. He ignored Myrtle 's words. What was his surprise when he noticed there was another living person in the room besides him.
Hermione was sitting on the floor by the sink. The girl didn 't see the guy right away. Malfoy 's out, he 's never seen a griffindorca like this... So weak. There was no trace left of the hair, the bottom of the skirt, which so successfully emphasized the slender body, was exhausted. Apparently Hermione clutched her every time she was worried. Her eyes were red, still full of tears. She stuck, breaking the silence. Draco got confused. What should he do? The very source of his anger seems to have disappeared, dissolved in the walls of the room.
Just turn around and go. Get out of here! Away!
His head was good. But the body did not listen to the inner voice. Malphoy came closer and sat quietly at the wall, to the right of Hermione. Plaxa Myrtle decided not to stay away, she settled opposite her visitors. She liked to feel part of the company.
Malfoy tried to say those words as far as possible. He doesn 't care. Yes? He raised his hand, almost touching the shoulder of the griffindorca, but quickly removed it. He immediately repudiated himself mentally for almost showing weakness.
"I have no mood to argue with you. Just walk away, 'the voice trembled so hard it looked like a strained string that was about to break. Something inside hurt the guy. What or who upset her so much? All the anger that overwhelmed Draco a minute ago disappeared. Light sadness and fatigue came to his place. God, he 's tired.
Suddenly Malfoy felt some warmth on his shoulder. Hermione put her head on the guy. A strand of hair fell tickled around his neck. Breathing intercepted, the heart scored more often. What the hell?
Hermione was trembling. The floor in the toilet was cool, but it was a different shiver. Her body was twitching from light slips. It was barely an audible echo of crying in which the girl drowned before the guy arrived. Malfoy put his hand on the girl 's shoulder, pressing her closer to himself. His movements were cautious. Like he 's not hugging a girl, he 's building a house of cards. To the surprise of the Sluderin, Hermione showed no drop of resistance. She calmed down by sticking to the warm body of her school enemy. Her breathing was normalised, tears no longer flowing like torrential rain, burning gentle cheeks. The aura of pacification settled in the room. Myrtle watched what was happening silently, catching a look at every change in the students 'faces. For centuries, she was silent.
"What are you doing here?" Hermione was the first to break the silence. Even she was surprised by her behavior to talk about Malfoy. Sit like this and in the open show your feelings next to the enemy. And let him hug himself. Yeah, that ferret 's the first thing to do is to call the whole school about the loser of the school, who puts out salivary in the toilet. But now, for some reason, Hermione trusted the Slumerin. She herself was the first to contact him, although it would be more reasonable to get out of here sooner.
- I can t be here? - Draco was sincerely surprised.
This is a toilet room for girls, - the girl emphasized the last word.
"Answer the question, Granger. When did the girls use that toilet on purpose? 'the guy said smiling, snarling at Myrtle. It was she who made this toilet an almost unobservable place. The ghost was disgruntled.
"But still?" the griffindorca insisted.
"You 're not the only one who comes here to... to calm down. To be alone, the guy 's voice became quieter. It was hard for him to admit that he had any weaknesses.
So you came here to calm down? It 's because of last year and your... parents?
"Are you here because of Withley?" Malfoy said rudely.
He was insulted by such shameless interference in his life. Hermione looked at the guy surprisingly, trying to move away. She already opened her mouth to say something in response. But a strong hand pressed her harder, turning her words into a barely audible all-lip.