y/n Snape isn't exactly the most popular at Hogwarts, she finds a perfect hiding spot except for the fact it seems like she wasn't the only one who used this place as an escape. 

I was sitting in Myrtle's bathroom yet again. I loved Hogwarts but when people found out I was Snape's daughter everyone stayed away from me. And being in Slytherin wasn't exactly what I'd hoped for. I had a couple of 'friends' who I knew were really just using me because they wanted to get on my dad's good side. 

Once I'd arrived I told Myrtle to go away, since I came here often I knew how to get her out. I leaned my back against one of the stall wooden walls. I then heard someone coming in, crying. 

"Myrtle?" I heard a guy call out. 

"She's not here." I stepped out of the stall and saw Draco Malfoy leaning over one of the sinks. He quickly wiped his tears away. 

"What the hell are you doing here?!" he adopted his usual snarky 'tough' attitude. 

"Wallowing in self-pity." I stifled a laugh. 

"Creep." I could tell he found nothing else to say. 

"Why were you calling for Myrtle?" I asked as he was starting to walk away. 

"I don't know what you're talking about." He shrugged me off. 

"You know Malfoy crying doesn't make you weak...it makes you human," I told him. 

I could see he thought about what I said. "Who even are you?" He asked as I started to walk away this time. 

"No one." I forced a smile before finally taking off. I knew he needed this space more than I did right now.

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I had potions soon. I had enough of hiding around the castle so I decided to head to my father's classroom early. I made my way there receiving the usual stares from everyone. 

I knocked before coming in. "Hey dad." he was writing something on the board. 

"What are you doing here?" He asked, his usual nasally tone. 

"Yeah, nice to see you too." I scoffed. 

"I have a student coming soon before class you have to leave," he asked. 

I laughed to myself shaking my head. "Right, my dad doesn't even want me hanging out how didn't I see that coming." I grabbed my stuff. 

"What are you talking about?" He asked. 

"Nothing." I was ready to walk out. 

"y/n don't turn your back to me when I'm speaking to you." He raised his voice. 

"Just leave me alone!" I was getting annoyed. 

"y/n talk to me!" He had walked forward, his voice still stern. 

"I hate this school okay! I hate everyone in it, I hate everything about it, being Snape's daughter it's not fun dad." I finally spoke. 

"And what do you expect me to do about that?" I rolled my eyes. 

"Nothing, that's why I told you to leave me alone. I should've just stayed with mom." I muttered under my breath. 

"Your mother did not want you!" He yelled in a way I had never heard him do before. 

And at that second we both turned as we saw the door creak open. Draco had walked in. "I hate you." I felt a knot in my throat and my eyes welled up. 

"y/n!" My dad called after me as I shoved past Draco. I got all the way to Myrtle's bathroom making her leave as usual before settling in one of the stalls and letting myself cry freely. 

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I didn't go to class the whole day, chose it best to stay in the bathroom alone with my own thoughts. This time I was caught by surprise when I heard someone come in. "Who's there?" I called out. 

"It's me, Draco." He popped into my view.

"Oh." I hopped down of the window ledge where I was sitting. 

"No, stay." He blocked my way. 

"Why?" I was confused. 

"A wise person once told me that crying doesn't make you weak, it makes you human." he started. "Well I also know something, talking doesn't make you weak either, it makes you vulnerable, something that takes strength unlike any other." He smiled. 

I wasn't sure about his intentions. "I don't know what you want me to tell you, I have nothing to say." 

"Look, I know that I'm not exactly a saint. But I think we're both in need of a friend, so let's make a deal, we'll talk, no one has to know, but what we say in the bathroom stays in the bathroom." He extended his hand out. 

I thought about it for a second, things already sucked anyway so what was the harm in giving this a go. "Fine." I shook his hand. 

I told Draco about Snape, how he was my dad, and about how for my whole life I had thought my mom had chosen to move away because of my dad and know it seemed as though it had been because of me. He told me about his dad and his mom and how things were looking in his house right now. 

"Funny huh?" He spoke after a couple of minutes of silence. 

"What?" I asked. 

"It seems we both have more in common than we thought, you know terrible dads and all." I nodded.

"Yeah, I guess so." I felt a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. 

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This chatting deal was really working for both Draco and me, it seemed like his problems only grew bigger and bigger every time we met and I could see he was slowly being consumed by everything he was being forced to do. I could tell he was keeping something from me but I wasn't one to pry. 

I knew Draco trusted me, it was as though we were the only ones there for each other, the only ones who really cared what the other thought and felt. And with that came the fact that we began caring for each other more than we meant. 

I wished nothing more than to be able to help Draco, talk to someone about what he was going through but I knew it was too dangerous and most importantly he trusted me too much. 

I was in the bathroom waiting for Draco one night, I was caught up in my thoughts thinking of what to tell Draco this time, ways to encourage him, give him hope when I heard him come in sobbing. 

I hopped down from the window ledge but before I could say anything I heard another voice. 

"I know what you did Malfoy, you hexed her didn't you." I recognized Harry's voice. 

I watched a spell fly by. I ran forward. "Draco stop!" I shouted but Harry was already firing back. 

I hid behind a stall. "STOP!" I yelled again. They kept shooting spells at each other until Draco had found his way into the same stall I was in.

"y/n?" It was as if he'd just realized I was there. 

"What are you doing?! You have to stop!" I cupped his cheeks. 

I could see he was terrified, he didn't want to do this. He nodded. I stepped out of the stall to alert Harry to stop. 

"SECTUMPSEMPRA!" I heard him scream before I felt the spell hit me and I flew back. 

I laid there as it felt like I was being stabbed and slashed from the inside out slowly. It was excruciating. "y/n!" I saw Draco kneel down beside me, tears filling his eyes. "No! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!" He yelled back at Harry who was just standing there frozen.

I saw my father running in. "y/n!" There was so much worry in his voice, worry I had never heard before. "You'll be okay." He took out his wand. "Vulnera Sanentur." He began muttering waving his wand over my body. 

I felt tears fill my eyes and I shut my eyes, they got so heavy. 

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Once I opened my eyes again I recognized the infirmary, I felt a hand in mine and turned to see Draco sitting on a chair beside me, guilt and worry visible in his face. "Draco!" I groaned, my throat was dry. 

"y/n!" He stood up. 

"What happened?" Even though I remember the pain I didn't really understand how it all happened. It was all so fast. 

"It was all my fault, I should have never-" he stopped himself and I could see something was really bothering him. 

"I'm okay. Where's my dad?" I asked him.

"He went to find Potter, he seemed really furious, I think he'll get him expelled." He told me. "The whole school knows what happened." He let me know. 

I didn't care for the rest of the school. "Are you okay?" I asked. 

"No, not really, I'm so sorry. I should've never started that fight, if you had gotten killed I would have been able to live with myself-" he started rambling. 

"Shhh-" I grabbed his hand. "Draco, what happens in the bathroom, stays in the bathroom." I winked. 

He squeezed my hand back and sat back down. "I'm really glad you're okay." He relaxed. 

"I'm just glad it wasn't you." I was honest. 

"When you get out, maybe we could start hanging out outside the bathroom? I mean-" He was getting nervous. 

"I'd like that." I smiled back at him not letting him ramble on. We were still holding hands.