The Road Not Taken
"I can't fucking believe it. Even for you, this is low," Harry snarled,
punctuating his diatribe with a wand flick, haphazardly packing his things.
The blond sat cross-legged on an old trunk,
arms folded, silently watching Harry trash their apartment.
Draco wordlessly waited for the brunet to calm himself;
right up until Harry stormed out, briefly looking back.
Draco started to reach a tentative hand to stop him, but Malfoy pride drew it back.
"Figures," Harry spat.
Draco sat unmoving for many hours with the summer wind gusting in
through the open door. The night had never felt so cold.