The next day I was watching Draco from across the room at breakfast and trying to ignore Hermione and Ron snogging like mad in the seats beside me. I sighed. I shouldn't be staring at Draco, he broke up with me and doesn't want me in his life anymore. Harry unwillingly went back to a memory he had been trying to bloke out of his brain for a while now.
/Draco and I were walking hand and hand down the hallway getting food from the house elves for a picnic, when Draco pulled his hand out of mine looking at the floor. "What's wrong?" I asked him. "Do you just want to go to the Great Hall in-" I stopped when I saw a tear roll down Draco's cheek. "What's wrong?" I asked again, wiping away the tear before it could fall off his perfect face. His lips trembled, and he choked out. "W-we can't-- do this anymore Harry." another tear fell but instead it was onto my face not his. "What do you mean?" I had whispered. "What do you mean 'we can't do this anymore' Dragon?" Somehow I knew the answer, I tried to take his hand on last time but he pulled it away again. "I'm sorry little lion." Draco whispered and he had walked away leaving me in the hall with tears rolling down my face and onto my robes. But until Hermione had walked past doing Prefect duty and asked "What's wrong Harry?" is when I really started crying. My whole face was wet by the time I was in my bed shaking trying not to wake anyone because it was somehow already five in the morning, but I could sleep. I couldn't do anything except cry./
I snapped back to reality and realized that my face was really covered in tears. I got up, Ron and Hermione haden't noticed anything. Drying my face I walked towards the doors and saw that Draco was staring at me worried. My eyes widend and I started running again. Far far far away from Draco Malfoy, my Dragon.
----sorry for the short chapter---