Chapter 2-Draco I
He sat.
"Why? Why would you do that to me? You said you loved me. Yet you cheat on me? I-I just cant comprehend, why? WHY ASTORIA? ANSWER ME?
She stared at him blankly.
"You COW! You Whore! You dirty, rotten SKANK!"
He knew he went to far. He knew it as soon as he saw the hand raise, and swiftly move towards him, slapping his sharply round his face. he felt the blood rush to his cheek, and his rage sink deep down, and replaced with sorrow.
"I can't do this anymore Astoria. We're over."
He walked away, out of the bedroom, through the corridor, down the stairs, and out the door. He kept walking til his feet hurt. He knew where he was going. To the only person he ever respected, even loved. He knew the way, he'd spent many nights always wishing to knock on their door, desperate to talk to them, desperate for a friend. He walked for over an hour. Then he arrived. He stared at the door for a few minutes. Then he knocked. The door opened to a familiar face.
"Hi Ron... Is Harry in?"