Draco had always been insecure about himself. Always comparing his looks with others. Asking himself why he couldn't be like those beautiful boys and girls, with their perfect bodies and looks?

Draco wanted to bash his head into the mirror as he looked at the mirror of the bathroom. He felt so worthless, picking out even at the smallest imperfections, Draco dug his fingernails into parts of his body out of frustration of how ugly he saw himself as.

Draco was about to pick at himself more. Before someone came in, he immediately tried looking at himself in awe instead of disappointment and frustration. Draco looked to see who it was Harry. Of course it was, couldn't get worse, huh?

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Malfoy." Harry said with an almost sarcastically teasing tone. Draco rolled his eyes, looking back at the mirror, his expression softening a bit.