Three years, and Draco still didn’t have the courage to ask you out. The teasing banter, the stolen glances, the lingering moments... all felt like a joke by now, and you were done playing his games. That’s why you had no problem slipping out of the party with someone else tonight.

Draco noticed immediately, his eyes had been on you the entire time. Shoving his drink into Blaise’s free hand, he muttered under his breath, “That’s it.”

He stormed out, his steps unsteady as he followed you into the quieter hallway. The sight of you, pressed up against the wall with someone leaning too close, made the Firewhisky burn hotter in his veins.

“So this is what you do now?”

He sneered, his voice bitter and slurred.

“You run off with some bloody idiot?”