It was becoming more and more difficult to not let Draco fall, just like he had promised. Harry was giving him space whenever he was breaking the charms, making conversation over meals and staying up late in the library with him whenever he was reading. It was hard to ignore the times when Draco locked himself away in his room and Harry knew, he just knew that he was breaking down. The weekends were empty days filled with Muggle painting and decorating methods. They were becoming tender friends and Harry knew that he was starting to miss the quiet blonde whenever he was at home, visiting his mother.
Then everything changed. The results from his appeal was back, and Lucius Malfoy was denied release from Azakaban.
"You promised me you would try!" Draco screamed, tears welling up in his eyes as his fragile hope was crushed. "You gave me hope, something I didn't want to give myself and then it was taken away from me!" His voice felt hoarse and his hands were shaking. He knew it wasn't Harry's fault that his father couldn't be released, in fact, he knew that he didn't want his father to be released, but it was the fact that he had trusted Harry, started to believe that the Golden Boy could do anything, when the notion was completely and utterly destroyed.
"Draco, I'm sorry. I tried everything I could and they wouldn't let me." Harry attempted soothing the angry blonde but nothing was working. Pale fists started flying and in a desperate attempt to prevent bruises, Harry caught the wrists and pulled Draco to his chest. "Draco! Please, calm down!"
"Don't you Draco me! I thought my life was going to get back to normal and you've ruined it!" The nonsense was hysterical and desperate, but it cut Harry deeply. It was true, he had broken his promise; Draco had fallen. "I quit. I'm going home. I've had enough."
Harry's world fell out from under him.