Here Without You

Prologue: Why?
A/N: Thank you, Naynymic, for the idea of the full length version of Here Without You. *_*_*_*_*_*_*
A hundred days have made me older
Than the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don't think I can look at this the same
Draco sighed and stared at the man sitting across the table from him. "What's up, love? Something wrong?"
Harry nodded, flushing. He didn't want to do this. he didn't want to hurt Draco. but he couldn't continue like this, it just wasn't right.
Draco froze. "Are you okay?"
"I-I'm fine, Draco," Harry murmured. "I just-I need to tell you something."
Draco was confused. What could be so important that had Harry so. nervous? It couldn't be that bad, whatever it was.
Harry let out a shuddering sigh. "Look, Draco, this isn't working out. I'm sorry. But. I can't do this anymore."
"What?" Draco asked, his voice no higher than a whisper. "What do you mean, you can't do this anymore? You can't do what anymore?"
"You know what I mean," Harry murmured, his eyes filling with tears.
"Why?!" Draco exclaimed, his breaths coming in sharp, painful gasps. "What's wrong?!"
Harry stared down at his shaking hands. "Please, Draco, don't make this harder than it has to be. This isn't easy for me."
"Then why are you doing it?" Draco hissed. "If it isn't easy for you? If you don't want to end it."
"I'm doing this because this relationship isn't working!" Harry sighed, slightly frustrated with the stubborn blond. "It's just not right, Draco! You know that!"
But his frustration quickly faded back into heart-braking sorrow when he saw the look on Draco's face.
"Look, Draco," Harry whispered. "It's better this way. We can do what we want-we can go our separate ways like this."
"I didn't want to go my separate way!" Draco said stubbornly, tears running down his pale cheeks.
"You knew this was coming, Draco," Harry sighed. "You just pretended it was another tiny little fight."
"Don't try to pull that bullshit!" Draco shouted. "Everything was perfect, Harry! Everything was right! Do you know how often I find that?!"
"Please, Draco," Harry pleaded, looking around the pub at all the now staring faces. "Calm down, please. I didn't want to make a big scene."
"Well that's just too damn bad! I don't care if they know!" Draco screamed, his voice breaking. He fell silent again.
"I have to go," Harry whispered. "I have an interview with the Ministry." He stood up, loking down at Draco with worried eyes. "I'm sorry, Dray."
"Harry," Draco murmured, grabbing his hand. "Please don't go. I love you."
Harry stood there for a moment, before pulling his hand away gently. "I have to. I can't stay here, Draco. I wish I could."
He walked out of the Leaky Cauldron that night, leaving Draco by himself.