"Are you crazy?"
Stupid boy, thought Draco maliciously. Don't you think I can hear you?
"Ron – let me do this." Draco barely heard the grunt of assent, but he knew Ron gave it when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder.
"Astoria, what is it now?" he sighed, turning around, knowing very well it wasn't Astoria.
"Draco," you said. He stared at you for an interminable moment, you in your Muggle clothing, having stuffed your Hogwarts robes away for the last time. You cleared your throat, obviously uncomfortable. "I heard that you're going into the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Congratulations."
Draco blinked. He expected himself to be cool, and calm, and collected. Instead, he was flustered and his mind was a blank, nothing like you of course. Draco was all too aware of the way Ron watched you because it was the way he used to watch you.
"Thank you," he mumbled. "I heard you're going into Auror training. Well done."
"Yes," you responded. Draco didn't miss your eyes misting. "Good. We're both doing well."
A shard of glass seemed to pierce him inside. He hated the way you were looking at him, so he turned on his heel and left. Draco heard your stifled cry, but did not turn around. Only eighteen years old and already leaving a path of destruction.
