he finally did it, he finally defeated you-know-who or also known as; Voldemort. harry lay in the dirt and debris out of breath, everyone around him is cheering and shouting. most huddled up together mourning their loss.
but one, Draco Malfoy. he's happy that his lover is alive and perfectly fine, his eyes are glossed over with tears as he stares at Harry's form. he stands up, looking around himself and before he knew it, Draco had wrapped his arms around him.
harry freezes as he feels arms around him. "what are you doing?" he asked, choking on his words.
Draco is immensely concerned, he moves back, staring at harry with furrowed eyebrows, "I'm hugging you...?" he mostly asks then tells, confused as to why harry is acting so strange.
harry clears his throat, pushing Draco off him and looking around. his eyes pass the confused looks by the other people before he takes a few steps away.
he shakes his head, grabbing his wand and turns around, blinking a few tears away before looking behind him at Draco, "i– I gotta go... I can't stay, this is t–to much." and before anyone could say anything, harry appeared with a crack.
leaving a deviated Draco Malfoy behind, sunken to his knees as he crys for his lover, who had just left him. alone.