he was hunched over a sink, sobbing. Muttering about something you don’t dare imagine. He is breathing so heavily that you’re scared just watching him. How many times had he suffered such severe panic attacks on his own?

You tried to enter the bathroom quietly but the door slammed behind you with a bang. Draco’s head whipped around and he looked at you, tear streaks down his face.

“What are you doing here?! Get out!!”