Disclaimer: If you think I own Harry Potter you're crazier than me. I only own Silas. Don't steal him please.
Draco sat with his things packed and waiting by his feet. His clothes and smaller things in two bags and his album of photographs rested on top of them. His familiar Silas regarded him silently. The black cat kept a silent vigil with him, red eyes gleaming.
After an hour Harry came stumbling in, looking rather guilty. "I'm guessing you already know." Muttered Harry.
"Yes. Would you care to explain?" said Draco
"Dray I was drunk. Not tipsy, stumbling drunk. She came onto me and I couldn't think! I didn't mean it."
"It doesn't matter Harry! You should've said, "No"! You should've come home! You should've thought twice before you let it all go! You should've known that word, about what you did with her would get back to me." Draco shouted.
"She told you." It wasn't a question.
"You think?"
"Dray you have to know it was a mistake!"
"I don't care! It shouldn't have happened. I should've been there, in the back of your mind! I shouldn't be asking myself, "Why?" You shouldn't be begging for forgiveness at my feet."
"You don't know how sorry I am Draco."
At that Draco lost his calm demeanor and decked him, and split his lip. As Harry lay on the floor bleeding Draco leaned down and caressed the already bruising side of his face. He kissed Harry one more time and half sang "You should've said no, baby, and you might still have me"
With that Draco picked up his bags and walked out of their flat. Silas who had been watching silently followed close behind. Just before the door shut Silas turned back and stared at Harry as if staring into his very soul.