Delicate, soft, and calming, the birds sang completely oblivious to he whirlwind inside Harry's head. Last night had been wonderful. Draco and Harry had never been so intermate. The effects could definitely be felt, Harry knew Draco was the drug he couldn't have, but like all addicts Harry still wanted him more than ever. Draco would always be in his heart, and nobody could replace him.
Why had life dealt him the cards it had done? Everyone and everything he loved and treasured always left in one way, shape, or form. "I should be used to it" Harry thought, and his eyes began to fill with tears of sadness, pain, and frustration.
At breakfast, Draco usually gave Harry an arrogant but loving look which always improved his mood. Today, Draco didn't even acknowledge him. The silence and ignorance sent a cold shiver down Harry's spine, which chilled the remainder of his body. The cold blanked out the noise of the Great Hall and the only audioable sound was Draco's words from the night before- "I'm sorry".
Tears invaded his eyes and the hollow feeling deepened in his chest. Where was Ron?! He needed him to be saying his usual daft things. Harry turned his head to see if he could see him, but instead of seeing Ron, he saw Draco laughing and hugging a girl. Who he couldn't work out, but he knew the hollow feeling was now a pain, and he now thought he had a pretty good idea about what "I'm sorry" meant as well.