Harry watched from the doorway as Draco packed his clothes. Draco didn't know he was there and he figured it would be better that way. The Cloak making him feel safe to wonder what he could do, if anything, to bring their relationship back to something that wasn't falling apart. As he watched Draco, he felt the tears starting to roll down his checks slowly. Sometimes, life just didn't go how they wanted it to.
Keeping quiet, he watched him pick up a photo from the top of the dresser he was pulling clothes from and sit on the bed it in his hands. His blond hair falling over his face and his eyes spilling the same tears Harry's were. He knew that picture well. It was the first one taken of the two together after their relationship had started. Niether of them knew it would end up like this though.
Thinking back to the argument that got them to this point made Harry want to go and hide from the world. It was his fault that they were here. He had been the one who cheated. He was the one who felt like Draco was never there and used that as a excuse to cheat. Now, he had no one. No Draco, no side person, no one and he didn't know how he had ended up this person.
Draco touched the picture then slowly put into the bag infront of him and pulling it closed. The room was empty, no memories of the two of them left. He watched him stand and look around, one last tear falling from his eyes as he moved to the doorway.
Harry stepped back and watched him leave, knowing he could do nothing to stop him now. He wanted to run to him, reveal he was there, and tell him to never leave, but he knew it didn't matter what he said, it was over.
He followed him to the front door of Grimmwald Place and watched as Draco stopped with his hand on the door knob.
"I know your there... Bye Harry. I love you," then he was gone.
Harry fell to the floor and let the tears fall in ernest now. No one watched him, no portraits could see him, no one knew he was there, and in that moment he was truly alone.