“This,” Draco said coldly, gesturing between him and his lover. “can’t keep going.”

The sorcerer, known as being ruthless, owned his title for a reason. The sight of his now ex-lover, holding back their tears, didn’t seem to affect him. That’s what he tried to convince himself, at least.

He knew he couldn’t be with you. Pure-bloods and mud-bloods didn’t mix. Ever. But despite that, he couldn’t help but think that you deserved better. He knew he wasn’t good enough. Hell, he wasn’t good enough for his own father.

“We need to break up.” he broke the silence, a bit harsher than necessary. He just kept screwing up, no matter what he did.

It took every willpower in Draco’s well-being to not break his stern facade and hug you until he’d stop your little tears..