II.
and she wants him sososo bad.
"Leave her, Draco. Leave her for me," her breathless voice escapes her throat, while she curiously studies his frozen mercury eyes.
"I can't." he looks down, and she swears his eyes rain enough for one drop to fall down his eburnean cheek.
They're both silent, while August air hangs over their skin. Sweat sticks to her cheap-thrill dress, while her ivory cheeks flush crimson from the heat.
Her whisper is so faint, he can pretend it's not even there. That this never happened.
"I give up.".
The pop sound echoes as she apparates away for the last time. He knows he can't pretend anymore.