Draco Malfoy

The old toilet on the sixth floor had been empty for years. That's why Draco Malfoy found himself there late one evening. He just wanted to be alone. He walked over to the sink and looked up at the mirror. A girl stood there. Tearful. Tired. As if she hadn't slept for several nights in a row.

• What the hell...
  He muttered. And the girl suddenly took a step closer to the mirror.
• Draco?
  He frowned.
• How do you know my name?
  There was no answer. Just a strange expression on her face. As if she wanted to smile and cry at the same time. Draco felt irritated.
• Who are you?
  The girl was silent for a few seconds. She looked at him as if she had known him his whole life. As if she had lost something very important.
• You don't know me yet.
  The voice trembled.
• Very informative.
  He quipped. But for some reason he didn't leave. Something in her gaze made him stay. The girl exhaled nervously.
  "You have a scar on your left shoulder. From falling off a broom as a child. You've never told anyone about it."
  The smirk disappeared from Draco's face.
• What?
  "You also hate it when people touch your hair. And you always tap your fingers on the table when you're nervous."
  He lowered his hand automatically. Because that's exactly what he was doing now. His gray eyes narrowed suspiciously.
• Who sent you?
• Nobody.
  She shook her head.
  Tears glistened in the corners of my eyes again.
  — It’s just that in my reality I know you too well.
  Silence. Long. Heavy.
  — In your reality?
  Now Draco looked at her differently. Not as if she were crazy. But as if she were a mystery. A dangerous mystery.
• Yes.
  The girl looked down.
  — In my reality we were together.
  The words sounded almost like a whisper.
  — And then you left. To him.
  There was no need to specify who exactly. They both understood. For a moment, something flickered in Draco's eyes. Something like alarm.
• And that's why you're crying?
  He truly saw her for the first time, but a strange feeling inside him said otherwise. As if some part of him had already known this girl. As if, in another life, he had already managed to lose her.