One Hormonally Confused Death Eater; One Amorous Ghost by Luvscharlie

Draco spent a lot of time in the bathroom Moaning Myrtle haunted during his sixth year at Hogwarts. Tonight was no different. He paced, (Myrtle didn't mind the pacing as it gave her a nice view of his bum) and talked. It was the subject-matter of their conversation that annoyed her.

"What would my family say if they knew I had feelings for a Mudblood?"

Myrtle didn't get the chance to answer… which was often the case. She would have pointed that out, but she lived for his visits and he might go away if she got lippy.

"I'll tell you what they'd say. They'd say you're no son of mine."

"Perhaps they'd understand better than you think." She hoped not. She secretly hated hearing him talk about that Hermione girl. She planned to flush her down the toilet, if she ever got close enough to accidentally push her in. If it required a bit of stomping on her head to make her go down smoothly, well, all the better.

"She's not even pretty. I don't know what's wrong with me these days," he said. "It's not like she'd ever fancy a Death Eater."

Twirling a pigtail, Myrtle sidled up beside him and batted her eyelashes. "Clearly, she has no taste. To me, you are perfect."

Draco looked at his watch, clearly uncomfortable. "Shite, I'm late for class." He grabbed his books and scurried for the door.

"Do come back soon. Won't you, love?"

"Um, sure," he said, without looking back.

Fin.

A/N: Originally written for the dramione_ldws (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger Last Drabble Writer Standing Competition) on Live Journal where the prompt was "To me, you are perfect" and someone was required to say it in the drabble. The drabble must also be exactly 250 words. This one made it through to the next round.