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Desperate Comfort - Draco Malfoy

I stand in front of one of the many sinks, splashing cold water on my face in an attempt to calm myself. Placing both hands on either side of the sink, I look down, feeling the droplets of water gather at my chin and nose, dripping back into the vanity. Sucking in a deep breath, I attempt to calm the racing voices in my head.

"You know, a lavatory isn't always the best place to release all your dark and depressing feelings..." A haunting voice says from behind me. A deep sigh releasing from my lips.

"Hello Myrtle..." I mumble, turning off the tap and grabbing my vest, dabbing my face with the dark soft cotton material. Turning around to face her ghostly appearance, I lean back onto the sink edge, removing the article of clothing from my face. "What can I do for you?" She giggles sharply at first, before seemingly remembering something dark

"I'm not the one who needs help Y/N..."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. I should talk to somebody about my panic attacks-"

"Not you." I stop speaking, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"What..?"

"Someone else seems to have a hard time regulating their own emotions...perhaps someone on the second floor, in the girls' lavatory..." I hesitate, reading her face before inevitably deciding to check it out...just in case. Grasping my book bag, stuffing my robes and vest inside, and my wand, I sling the bag over my shoulder and make my way out the door, towards the moving staircases. After avoiding any social interaction from my fellow housemates, I step off onto the second floor, keeping my pace swift as I advance towards the girls' lavatory. Pressing a semi shaky hand to the door, I cautiously swing it open, peeking my head in as I do so.

"H-hello...?" I called out. Nothing. Advancing further into the room, I call out again. "Hello? Myrtle I swear if this was-", my sentence gets cut off by a sob and sudden heavy breathing, "a trick...?" I jog around the circle of sinks and over towards some of the stalls. "Hello? Can you hear me?" The heavy breathing continues with the occasional sob. "Hel-" I stop myself upon seeing the crouched and hunched over form of none other than Draco Malfoy. I freeze. My first instinct was to run, bolt, get away before anything happens, but at the same time... "Myrtle told me someone needed my help here..." I start, not exactly expecting him to answer back. I stood there awkwardly, watching him desperately intake air, his body shaking fiercely.

"Draco..." He looks up at me, his face contorted in pain, eyes red and watery, his face pale with red splotches of color. Without another moment of stalling, I drop my bag to the floor, coming to sit in front of him. He doesn't shy away or flinch when I place a hand on his arm, wrapped tightly around his bent up knees. "Hey...you're alright." His chest shows no sign of stopping its rapid rising and falling, calling for my intervention. "Hey. Look at me." He obeys. "I need you to take deep breaths with me. Can you do that?" His head tilts down and up again in a subtle nod. "Alright, good. Now take a deep breath." He attempts to bring a large amount of oxygen into his lungs. "Now hold for 1..2..3." We both hold our breaths for a moment, "And release." He follows my instructions a few more times. Eventually his breathing becomes normal once again, his body still shaking.

"Hey." I place my cool hand on his warm cheek, "Can you tell me five things you can see?" He takes a deep breath, his eyes darting around the room. Surprising me greatly when he speaks.

"Your leather bag, your H/C hair, your E/C eyes, the white sinks, a-and the House/Color on the inside of your robes poking out from your bag." I giggle, dropping my head down slightly.

"How about four things you can feel?" I say, returning my gaze to his, as he gulps down another breath.

"Your hand on my face, the cold floor, the wooden wall behind me, a-and, um, the cold metal of my rings." I glance down at his hands, gently unclenching the fabric of his pants, spotting his rings.

"What about three things you can hear?"

"The dripping of one of the faucets, your voice, and I guess my own."

"Two things you can smell?"

"Your perfume, which is quite nice I might add, and the blueberry tart I had earlier." I smile, hearing his composure and confidence returning back to him.

"And lastly, one thing you can taste?"

"The toffee I ate before coming here...." His voice trails off at the end. Gently caressing his cheek, I bring his attention back to me.

"Feeling better?"

"Yes....thank you..."

"Don't thank me. Thank Moaning Myrtle. If she hadn't seen you and came and got me, you'd still be having a panic attack." I state, removing my hand from his face and slowly getting to my feet. Turning to face him, I offer out my hand and after he grasps it, I swiftly pull him back onto his feet. Releasing his hand, I reach down and grab the strap of my bag, stepping away from being in his space, slinging it over my shoulder.

"Well, I leave you be now-"

"What's your name?" I look surprised at him.

"Oh um, Y/N, Y/N L/N."

"Thank you Y/N. Maybe I'll see you around."

"Yeah, let's just hope our next meeting isn't like this again. Shall we?" He smiles subtly, nodding.

"Yeah."