"A happy Draco would have been a different Draco," he sighed, his anger subsiding. At that moment in time, he felt that not being with her was the best thing he had done for her so far.
As she continued speaking, he heard the resignation in her voice. Without thinking, he stood. He stood, took a step, closing the short distance between them, and held her by the shoulders.
"I..." his hands ran up slowly, so that they were almost framing her face. "I can never be just your friend." Her perfume. He hadn't smelled it in so long. It mixed with his smoke and oak aged liquor. "I..."
Just then, Parvati's mobile began twinkling and bleeping.