Disclaimer: If
either Harry or Draco where mine, I would be doing someone,
I mean something else. This is all non-profitable and it's only
aim is to ease my OCD.
A/N: It's
sad, I know, but I've been in this angst-y mood for a while and all
I seem to be able to write is break-up stories.
I love you, too
They took a step closer but neither made an attempt to touch the other. They just stared, lost and broken, not knowing what to do.
Draco was the first to speak, but when he did, his voice came out hoarse and he had to clear his throat a few times to be able to say a complete word without coughing.
"We won't be apart forever," he said, "it is only time."
Harry ignored what he said, instead he commented on Draco's health.
"You really should quit smoking."
Neither of them spoke again. They just stayed silently, gazing at each other's eyes, waiting for the moment when one of them would stop being a coward and call the time. They both wanted the other one to do it, so their conscience would be clean and they could throw the burden of the breakup onto the other's back. Neither wanted to admit the truth, neither wanted to say goodbye.
Harry looked down, and it was all it took. Draco lifted his arm a bit and rested it on the brunette's cheek, but didn't try to force him into looking at him. They spent a few minutes positioned that way and then Harry turned away, shoving Draco's hand off softly. He had already walked up to the doorframe when he stopped and crooked his neck slightly to look back. He took a quick glimpse at the blonde, then turned back to the door and spoke softly.
"I love you, too."