'Don't even fucking come near me, Potter!'
Draco Malfoy stood in front of Harry Potter feeling immensely vulnerable. Tears streaming down his face, this was really turning out to be the worst moment of his entire life.
'Draco, please.'
'Stay away from me, Scarhead! And don't dare call me by my first name!' Draco wiped his face quickly with a small brush of his hand, Harry took a small step toward Draco, holding out his hand. But Draco flinched, backing away almost instantly.
'I'm sorry, Malfoy, I am truly, very sorry.'
The look in Harry's eyes when he spoke this was more then sorrow, more than anything he had ever felt. It was the most painful look you could ever give a person, but Draco didn't feel any guilt. He gave Harry a hard shove, then walked away, leaving Harry alone in the cold.