Draco was staring at the ground where Potter had been standing. He was rooted to the spot. He had no idea how long he stood there with his thoughts chasing each other around his head. The sun was setting and the first fat raindrops began to fall. This seemed to bring Draco back to his senses.
"Fucking perfect," he muttered. He sighed deeply and disapparated.
He apparated directly into his study where he resumed his restless pacing.
Back.
Forth.
Back.
Forth.
Back.
Forth.
He paced for hours before he caught a glimpse of the moon through his balcony doors. He stopped abruptly and gazed up at it. It was large and full and shining brighter than ever. It was beautiful ... Just like Potter. He sighed heavily. It was late. He flopped down into his desk chair and drummed his fingers against the desk. He was emotionally exhausted but he seriously doubted that he'd be able to sleep as his circle of thoughts started again.
Potter
Why did you do this to me?
I hate you!
No!
I adore you
Your kiss
So soft
So sweet
So perfect
What did I do wrong?
I didn't do anything
Why did you leave me?
Why didn't you come back?
You're in denial
Yes
That must be it
You looked in denial
Hell, you even said you didn't know what you were feeling, or why, or what to do
But I could show you
I could guide you
As slowly as you need
I don't mind
Merlin, please just come to me
I can't take it any longer
Potter
And so it began again. Round and round the thoughts chased relentlessly. Draco got up again and paced, and then he sat, and paced, and sat, and paced, until the early morning sunlight began to filter through the window. Draco slumped into the chair once more, closed his eyes and hoped that sleep would finally come to him. He stayed there nearly an hour with his eyes closed, hoping and praying, before he heard a tiny knock on the door. He half opened one eye.
"What?" he mumbled as threateningly as he could manage, when all he wanted to do was curl up and die so he could at least get some damn rest.
The door opened a crack and a house elf's face appeared.
"Master, you have a visitor, would you like me to show him in?"
Draco closed his eyes again. He didn't have time for this right now.
"Do I look like I'm in a fit state for visitors?! Tell him to piss off and schedule an appointment next time!"
"Apologies, Master, he is quite adamant that he speaks to you now."
"Tough shit! I have been awake all night and all I want to do right now is try and get some fucking sleep!"
There was a scuffle and Draco heard the door close.
"Finally!" he sighed to himself.
"I get the impression that you don't want to see me, Malfoy."