Draco Malfoy Imagines

Imagine#11:Doubtful Errands

Y/N's P.O.V.

It was rather a gloomy year in Hogwarts.Everything feels so empty and sad.Every step was probably screaming fear.Even though I was fine,my best friend doesn't seem to be.And that bothers me very much.

Mostly he would run off after class unlike how we used to go picking on first years before doing assignments.And now he would always say:'I'm gonna go shower,' or ,'I need to meet up Snape after class,' and a lot more pathetic excuse that I probably know aren't true.

And I was getting worried...so worries that I really need to pee right now.

I had made my way to the girls' bathroom.Thankfully,Myrtle wasn't there so I had go on to my business.It didn't really take me long so I was about to leave now when I heard a sorrowful voice,and followed by Myrtle's oh-so-familiar moan.

"It had almost worked,Elizabeth,"said Draco,"But when I tested it,the bird died."

Elizabeth?

"I remember when I died,"replied Myrtle,"But don't worry.I don't feel like talking about it now.I'm all ears."

"Somehow,I enjoy talking to you,Elizabeth,"Draco had whispered,but audible enough for me to hear,"But you know a lot more than you're suppose to.You'll keep this a secret,right?"

"Don't worry about it,"Myrtle retorted.

I heard Draco's footsteps fade and Myrtle's moan silenced and sounded like it was going down the drain.I got out the cubicle and checked anyone's presence before I sighed and balled up my hand into a tight fist.

I was Draco's best friend and somehow that dead four-eyed ghost knows more than I do in this shit that's happening.I was suppose to be the shoulder he'd be cryin' on,and the person he could only trust to talk about anything confidential.

Dang it!I'm starting to sound like that obsessed pug-faced bitch,Parkinson.

I took another long sigh and walked my way out of the bathroom trying to think of how am I gonna catch him red-handed.Whatever the case,I must know.

***

A day had passes since I found out about Draco's little secret.And I still haven't thought of a plan.I had always been brilliant making plans but I was sort of running short this time of my life and I'm getting desperate each second.So I was just left with pretending to be a curious but innocent friend.

"Hey,Draco!"I greeted him by the hallway.He must've been on his way to Merlin-knows-where.

"O-oh.Hey,y/n,"he replied with no feeling.Damn you!

"Are you alright?You seem tired,"I commented.

"I'm fine,don't worry about it."

"Then,you wanna go pick on the first years?C'mon,I heard there's one that's probably Parkinson-obsessed of Potter.Wanna embarrass him at the great hall?"I had said joyously like the Slytherin I am.

"I don't think I can.I'm gonna start working on my essay on DADA,"he replied.

"But we aren't suppose to pass them until next Tuesday,"I complained.

He just shrugged,"I'm sorry but Snape gave me extra work."

I was probably boiling with anger right now so I tugged him by his arm so he could face me properly,"Really?Or are you just making up another excuse so you can avoid me?"

"What makes you think so?"he argued.

"Because...Starting this year,you've been so distant and so weird.And you're ignoring me more than you should be.More than Potter,FYI.And I can't take it anymore!"