"Why would you enter your name into the tournament ?!" Draco screamed at Harry. "Don't you know people die in those?!". By now they were both crying and screaming at each other in the ROR. "I didn't enter m-" Draco cut him off.
"Just ANWSER ME!!" His screams grew louder, and Harry stared at him in shock. "WHY HARRY WHY ?!". Draco look very angry. He slapped Harry across the face. Harry looked at him, astounded at his boyfriend. He tenderly touches where Draco has hit him. How could he?
Draco realized what he had done and his expression softened. "Harry I-I didn't mean to." But Harry ran off before he could finish. He bolted out of the room, his sobs audible across the dark corridors despite the moonlight.

Time Skip to the next day:
Harry didn't attend any of his classes.Draco appeared as a ghoul, his eyes bagged, posture off, and mood deflated. He didn't know why he hit Harry, he knew of his past. He wondered as he sat in the Great Hall picking at his food, would Harry ever forgive him?