I: Denial

The morning after was a Saturday. At quarter of eleven, Harry poured the coffee into two mugs on his table, and sat down in front of his fireplace, waiting.

By sundown, no one had arrived, the coffee was cold, and Harry was sobbing into an unsympathetic green and grey scarf.

II: Anger

Ron left the room, muttering to himself, as Harry stared at the smashed picture frame on the floor. In the photo, Draco was in the process of sneaking up behind Harry; every so often, the Draco in the picture would catch Harry, tickle him mercilessly, and finally kiss him quite soundly.

With a quiet growl, Harry took a few steps forward and ground the glass fragments into the picture with the heel of his boot.

III: Bargaining

"Please, I know that you're capable of-"

"You don't know what I'm capable of, boy. And even if I were able to make that sort of potion- believe me, the end results aren't what you'd expect or desire in any way."

"But if you can do it, then-"

"The answer is no. Now leave."

"But-"

"Leave!"

IV: Depression

His skin was starting to itch. Thirty-six hours in bed will do that to skin, though. As much as it itched, Harry was unmotivated to move, even just to scratch himself. He lay on his side, staring at the wall, and wondering why.

Occasionally he would tell the wall, "I really did love you," and Hedwig would look at him in worry.

V: Acceptance

A few times a year, Harry sneaks off and doesn't tell Oliver where he's going. Or that he's gone. Harry favors leaving in the middle of the night, as it's the best time to sneak onto the grounds of Malfoy Manor. Even though it's his own property.

There's a small plot in the midst of the woods, kept free of weeds and debris by ancient spells. Instead of large tombstones, as one would expect the Malfoys to have, the markers are small, simply bearing a name, date of birth, and date of death. Draco is buried next to his parents, an effort which he would have abhorred were he alive.

Harry kneels before the stone, and goes through his usual commentary: "I'm sorry, I love you, I wish you didn't do it, I wish you were still here, I hope you're at least happy now." He places a rock on the top of the headstone and a rose on the grass before it. With a final glance, he nods to himself and walks away.

He will never admit to himself that every time he wants to run back.