Drarry Drabbles

The Breakup

A/N

Update number two on the Drarry drabbles

This one is a bit - okay a lot - more angsty... I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters

Draco P.O.V.

My feet traced a pathway across the threshold of the Room of Requirement.

Back. Forth. Back. Forth.

Could I really do this? Could I really do this now, after all we've been through...

It's the right thing to do, he's the Savior, he can't be mixed in with the likes of you... My brain repeated these words like a mantra.

I knew it was what had to be done, but was it really the right thing to do when every single molecule of my body is screaming no?

I felt sick. I considered just running, wearing my legs down until I couldn't run anymore.

Maybe I could just send him an owl?

That would be cruel, heartless, cowardly...

I steeled myself to open the door, physically shivering in disgust at what I was about to do.

Before I could change my mind for the millionth time, I roughly pushed the door open and forced myself to walk through.

"Harry, I -" I trailed off as my eyes surveyed the new interior of the room.

The fireplace and couches from before were still in place, but the rest of the room had been expanded greatly, the floor was polished, and there was a great crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Corinthian columns lined the walls with silver and gold drapes hanging between them, and two giant windows had popped up on either side of the fireplace, giving us a perfect view of the full moon.

Each column had a potted rosebush in front of it.

"Draco," Harry greeted me, twirling a rose between his hands, and strolled closer looking nervous, "I just... with everything that's going on lately, I thought... I just remembered what you said about wishing we could have danced together at the Yule Ball last year..."

"I-" I was so totally overwhelmed by the whole setup that for once in my life I was left completely and utterly speechless.

His face broke out in an almost sad smile, and he slowly kneeled down, placing the rose on the floor next to us, and as he rose, took my left hand in his right, placing his other hand on my hip.

"You do know how to dance, right?" His sad smile never leaving his face, he began to lead, I couldn't seem to meet his eyes.

As we danced I finally noticed the music emanating from an unknown source.

"What song is this?" It must have been a muggle song, but oddly enough, I liked it; perhaps because it was Harry who picked it out.

"Gravity by John Mayer," He replied, "it's one of my favourite slow songs."

I nodded, "It's beautiful."

He lifted his arm up and I spun underneath, locking eyes with him when I came to a stop.

His green eyes seemed to be searching mine, trying to figure out what was wrong with me tonight. I wanted to look away, I didn't want him to know.

I rested my forehead on his, and closed my eyes, enjoying the moment, momentarily letting myself get lost in the motion.

For a minute in time it was just me and him, no one else. Nothing mattered when I was in his arms.

Harry P.O.V.