Draco felt like he was going to cry. Harry looked at him with pure disgust. A lump formed in his throat and he felt like his world was ending.

Harry was going to leave him.

Harry took his arm away from Draco's waist and looked back at Ron. He started walking over to him.

"Harry," Draco whispered brokenly, beginning to cry.

Harry ignored him and walked over to Ron. Draco sniffled and started crying louder. He grabbed his stomach and held it tightly.

"You're right, Ron." Harry said. Draco let out a sob.

"What, ferret? Going to cry to your boyfriend?" Ron spat. "Oh wait."

"You didn't let me finish." Harry said with a smirk. "I don't even know what I was thinking, Being around someone who was so terrible. Someone who doesn't care about other people. Someone who doesn't care if they hurt people's feelings or make them cry."

Each word was like a stab in the heart to Draco. He didn't know that's how Harry felt about him. Harry hated him. And he hated being hated by Harry.

"Which is why I don't know why one earth I was ever," Harry put extra emphasis on the last word.

Draco shut his eyes. He knew he was going to get stabbed again.

"-friends with you."