The whole display, having a good view from where he had been watching the game, on the sidelines once more, was sickening as far as Draco was concerned. Cho was nice enough he supposed, but the whole dramatic gesture was a bit much for him - despite his nature of being as impulsive as a Slytherin can be. His grey eyes cast over the scene and he gave a disgusted snort and strode out.
Outside, he ran a hand through his hair and looked up at the sky. Despite it all, he was more sick of being alone than he cared to admit.