HARRY POTTER ONESHOTS

Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger ~ Porcelain

3rd Person POV

Draco huffed out a panicking breath, quickly walking down the hallway. he was sweating, itching all the way down his body. He needed to get this stupid white dress shirt off. His tie felt too tight, his trousers rubbing against all the wrong spots. The lighting in the corridor was dim, straining his already hurting eyes. They were tear filled as he turned the corner and into the girls bathroom. 

Draco tugged on his collar, ripping the tie out from under the fabric and throwing it to the ground. Moaning Myrtle must have been feeling as upset as he was because the sinks had already flooded the bathroom floor, the sprinklers overhead on as well. His socks were now soaked, the freezing cold water rushing through his black dress shoes. He tugged off the black vest overlapping the white dress shirt as he reached out to one of the sinks, leaning against it. Tears were threatening to pour just as the sprinklers were doing now. 

The look on Katie's face made him realize he was not up for this. He was no murderer, he was no assassin. He knew it all to well that his parents expected to much from him, especially in such an evil way. 

He was a bully, nothing more. 

Not a murder. 

He loved to make fun of and tease nerds like Granger. 

Not kill anyone. 

He could feel his pulse thudding through his ears as he begun letting out cries. Cries of relief, pain, anger, humiliation, confusion.

"I can't- I can't," he cried, his burning eyes looking up to the mirror in front of him. He felt like the old mirror, cracked and used. His parents had made him who he was now. His father beat him, hit him, not even caring if it was in front of his friends. Even when others saw, they were too cowardly to say anything. 

No.

They were too afraid. 

His father was the most powerful man in the wizarding world. 

All because of his dumb money.

Dumb money his mom actually had.

He was broken now, as the shattered class of the mirror was. He wish he could start over, get adopted by someone else, poor or not, Pure-Blood or Muggle Born. He didn't care. He just needed someone. 

But he knew there was no going back now. Harry Potter had seen him. Potter knew what he had done. He knew what Draco was trying to do and he would do everything in his power to stop it. For Potter saw Dumbledore as a father figure in a way and would do anything in his power to stop the inevitable time of death from coming.

"What do I do?" Draco cried. "What do I do?"

The sound of splashing came from behind him and he turned, his eyes widening in fear at the sight of Potter raising his wand. The tip pointing straight at him. 

"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted, but the spell missed, hitting the water filled sink beside Draco and splashing water in his face. Draco scrambled to grab his wand from the vest which had been thrown to the flooded tiled ground. But now that they were both in the room, the sprinklers only seemed to pour more water down on them, making it almost impossible to see. Draco jumped out of the way at the sound of Harry's echoing voice. 

"Expelliarmus!" he shouted from somewhere in the bathroom. Draco quickly dodged the red spell, ducking behind one of the bathroom stalls. He was breathing hard and his throat was dry as he tried to get his shaking self together again. Every breath he took shook in his chest and his ears were either filled with water or he was about to faint. Hyperventilating had never been a problem for him, but the situation at hand now was making him panic.