Opposite Ends (Draco Malfoy)

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"What happened, Eva?" Asked Draco.

Evangeline was so wrapped in anger. "Leave me alone." She said before storming off. She didn't know where she was going, she just wanted to be gone.

She walked onto the second floor and went past the girl's abandoned lavatory. She stopped in her tracks, turned around and entered. She knew the restroom was only occupied by the one and only, Moaning Myrtle.

She walked towards the mirror and looked at herself.

"I look disgusting." She thought to herself. She took the hair that was currently brushed behind her ears and she put it in the front.

"You seem stressed." An irritating voice said. Eva saw behind her in the mirror, Moaning Myrtle.

"I guess I am." She replied with attitude in her voice.

"What's going on?" Myrtle flew over and sat on the sink next to Evangeline.

Eva rolled her eyes, "My boyfriend dumped me right before the Yule Ball started because my brother decided to tell him at that exact moment that I smoke. Like he couldn't have waited to tell him? And then now my brother told me this guy I'm friends with is a death eater. I know he hates my friend, but why make something up like that?"

"Hmm..." The ghost girl kicked her feet back and forth, "Your boyfriend was Cedric Diggory, right?"

"Yeah." Replied Eva.

"Well he's quite a hunk! I hope you are aware that there have been so many girls in this bathroom crying over him and trying to make love potions to use on him!"

Eva starred at her blankly.

"And your brother is Harry Potter?" She continued.

"Weird that you know that, but yes."

Myrtle giggled, "And who's your friend? Draco Malfoy? I've heard accusations from your brother about him."

"Yeah. Draco."

"Oh he's a real sensitive boy! I like him."

Evangeline laughed, "I think we have two completely different people in mind."

"Tall? Blonde? Slytherin? Pureblood?"

"Okay, maybe it is the same boy?"

"Yeah, he's real different from other guys. He isn't afraid to cry, show his emotions or talk about them. He's a real cutie too." She sneered in a weird, joyous way.

"What? I've never seen him cry. And it's almost like he doesn't have emotions."

Myrtle giggled, "He always comes in here and talks to me about his problems."

"Problems?"

"I shouldn't say." She leapt off the sink.

"Well you've already said a lot."

"OOPS!" She made a weird ooing noise and floated quickly into a toilet and a large splash came from it.

What the fuck?