The Gryffindor stared at the boy infront of her, crying in the bathroom, the moonlight was shining through the window, bouncing off his platinum blonde hair, his back was to her and he was hunched over the sink, she felt her heart pang.
Sobs echoed through the bathroom.
She took silent footsteps towards him, his eyes were shut tight, looking down he was still yet to notice her presence.
The girl slowly tip- toed up behind him, and with out thinking she wrapped her arms around him from behind, her head was resting against his back. The Slytherin boy gasped and jamp, he spun around to face the girl. "What are you doing here?!" He snapped, trying to regain his posture.
The girl frowned as a tear rolled down his pale cheek "Oh, Draco..." She whispered. The boy faltered as he looked at the sympathy in her eyes he sunk to the floor, his sobbing continued. The girl followed him to the floor, holding him in her arms "It's okay, Draco..." She whispered
"You'll never understand."
"I don't have too."
The grey eyed boy looked at the girl "Why are you comforting me? I'm fine."
"Don't lie to me."
The boy sighed "I treat you like shit..."
"Every Rose has it's thorn..." She whispered.
He knew she was right, as they sat there on the bathroom floor, he had his Rose there, Guiding and Protecting him.