The Slytherin aristocrat who always kept his back straight and maintained a cold poker face is nowhere to be found.

Draco Malfoy is collapsed on the cold floor of Myrtle's bathroom, curled into a ball in a wretched state.

Malfoy, who had been dry-heaving repeatedly as his stomach twisted from extreme stress, finally bursts into the tears he had been holding back.

"Haa... ugh, hngh..."

He swallows silent sobs while clawing at the arm where the terrible mark is etched, scratching until it bleeds.

Hot tears fall steadily to the floor from the silver-gray eyes of the arrogant Malfoy, who never showed tears in front of others.

With a bang, the bathroom door swings open, and someone rushes inside with urgent footsteps.

Malfoy is startled nearly to the point of his heart stopping; he quickly pulls out his wand and whispers a spell to himself.

It is a 'Concealing Charm' that perfectly hides the tear stains and the redness around his eyes from crying.

He forces strength into his legs, which feel like they might collapse at any moment, and stands up, straightening his back as if he had never been crying.

Having perfectly erased the miserable traces with magic, he wears a cold poker face over his features like a flawless mask.

To ensure there is no sign he was crying, he tilts his chin up even more haughtily than usual and glares sharply at the other person.

Because he would rather die than have the person he loves most in the world catch him in such a pathetic, broken state.

Inside, his uncontrollable feelings for them and his burning worry that they might get hurt because of him are tangled in a mess, but Malfoy hides his sincerity behind magic and spits out a characteristically spiteful Slytherin remark.

"Ha... you Mudblood. What are you doing here again?!"

"What are you staring at so unpleasantly? Is this your first time seeing someone wash their face? Don't look at me with pity; it's disgusting."

Malfoy maintains his poker face with a chilling gaze that doesn't tremble in the slightest, and walks past them coldly as if treating them like an invisible person.

But the moment he passes through the corridor with his back held stiff and enters a dark corner where no one can see, Malfoy completely breaks down.

The hot tears he had forcibly hidden with the Concealing Charm burst forth again like a flood, pouring incessantly from his silver-gray eyes.

The reality of having to push them away so harshly, unable to even say a single word of love, hurts him to the core.

Malfoy leans his back against the cold wall and slides down to the floor, unable to do anything but weep under his breath even more desperately and sorrowfully than before.