"Hello?" she called out, "Myrtle, is that you?"She heard whoever it was clear their throat, and mutter something under their breath. Not Myrtle."Sorry, I’ll be going," she said, turning to exit. She had her share of crying spells in the bathroom before and hated to be interrupted."Granger?" The unmistakable voice called out, as the pale hand opened the stall door.Malfoy was still wearing his quidditch jumper, but looked terrible. His jaw was the color of plum pudding and his nose was swollen. He never went to the hospital wing."Malfoy, oh!" she said as she saw him, her hands going to her mouth."You friends did a real number on me," he tried to say sternly, but quickly grimaced in pain, holding his hand to his jaw."Malfoy, go to the hospital wing," her voice was filled with exhaustion. All the boys were acting incredibly thick this year."Nothing I haven’t had to deal with before..." he mumbled.There it was, an admission of something she suspected for years. Malfoy had been abused.She sighed heavily and walked over to him, his eyes watching her cross the bathroom without disgust or anger. His eyes were filled with sadness and he was letting her see it."Episkey," she said quickly and his nose shifted painfully back in place."OW!!" He said, tentatively touching the healed bridge of his nose."You’ll want arnica root for your jaw, so perhaps you can leave me to my bath now." She wanted to glower at him, but instead found herself smiling shyly."A bath actually sounds quite relaxing, Granger. After the shit match I just played."