The Path up ahead was snowy, light illuminating the snow into something that looked pure. Draco knew that the decisions he was about to make would destroy both a relationship and friendship he had built. As he slowly walked down the path, his feet crunched in the snow, leaving his prints for only a minute. He knew that how fast his prints were being covered would be how fast he would loose two of the most important people in his life.
Before the war, since he was a child really, he had one very good friend. The only person in his whole house at Hogwarts that knew the real him. The only person he could really talk to about what his dreams and aspirations really were. He never judged him when he said he didn't want to be a death eater, or when he told him the one person he was truly and desperately in love with.
After the war he finally had enough guts to tell that person how he felt and it was a long road before Harry even trusted him as a friend. Now they have been in a relationship for six months and Blaise just threw a wedge into everything he had built.
His friend had barged in to his room back during the Halloween ball and told him how he felt, how he had been feeling since they were kids. Draco didn't know how to respond then and he sure the hell was still confused now. Blaise had told him he wanted to be with him, that he was extremely jealous that Harry got his love and he didn't. He told him that he would loose him as a friend if he choose Harry over him.
That is where Draco's thoughts were right now. He couldn't loose the one person that had stood by him his whole life, the one person that knew every little detail about him. He also couldn't loose the one person he had fought so desperately to be with either. As he sat down miserably on a bench he placed his head in his hands and let the tears fall. Feeling them attempting to freeze to his cheeks as the wind blew the snow around into his face.