It was his last night in Venice.
"Come here, Harry," the blonde drawled. He crawled closer to the man on the bed, taking his stiff shoulders in a firm grip.
"Cut it out, Draco," Harry replied, shaking him off. They sat in silence for a moment, before Harry stood and walked to the far end of the hotel room. He stared blankly out the large picture window at the city below.
"Harry-" Draco began, but the rest didn't come. He sat tensely on the bed in a rare loss for words. It wasn't like Harry to act this way, but then again...
It was his last night in Venice.
"I'm not leaving on purpose," he tried again. Harry didn't respond. "Really. It's not like I planned this. You know I wouldn't...you know... just up and...go. But I don't have a choice. It's-"
"Your job. I know," Harry said curtly. He kept his back to Draco, his impassive green eyes still staring at passerby; seeing nothing. The city was beautiful, that much he knew. It was the reason he moved to Venice, after all. After his defeat of Voldemort 5 years prior, he had unlimited funds and political power. But he chose to run away with the love of his life. And, after all, Venice was one of the most romantic cities in the world. Where better to start a new life than here?
But now that life was shattered. He had to admit, he wasn't exactly surprised, but deep down, he had hoped that maybe, just maybe...Draco would stay.
But it was his last night in Venice. His last night with Harry. His last night with the life they had built together. He'd thrown it all away without thinking twice for a job with the American Ministry of Magic. Without thinking that Harry might be upset. That he might feel such sharp rejection by the man he had fallen so deeply in love with.
Harry turned slowly back around to face Draco. The blonde smiled and opened his arms. A clear invitation.
Grey eyes caught green. A spark. It was still there. All of it. The love and devotion and trust and months and years of happiness and companionship. It was all still there. And beyond it, an invitation for one last night.
Harry stared at the man he had loved for so long. He moved forward, toward waiting arms.
"I-" Draco began, but stopped as Harry moved past the bed and to the door. He didn't have time to process Harry's actions before the raven-haired man said a simple. "Goodbye, Draco."
He left without a backward glance.