You sit in the common room late one night with Draco, who is slumped beside you on the couch, his face buried in his hands. You've been here countless times before, comforting him when things went wrong with Daphne.

"She's always so demanding," Draco mutters, his voice muffled. "I don't know why I put up with it."

You reach out, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You deserve better, Draco. Someone who appreciates you for who you are."

He looks up, frustration clearly etched all over his face. "Why do I always go right back to her? It's like I can't help myself."

You swallow the lump in your throat, forcing a smile. "Because you care about her, and you want things to work out."

"But it's tearing me apart," he says, his voice cracking. "And it's not fair to you. I feel like I keep dragging you into this."

"It's okay," you say softly, though it isn't. Each time he returns to her, you feel unspeakable pain in your heart. "I'm here for you, Draco, no matter what."

He leans into your touch, sighing deeply. "I don't know what I'd do without you," he whispers.

You fight back tears, wishing things were different. "You'll figure it out. You always do."

Draco takes a deep breath and sits up. "Thanks, really. I don't deserve a friend like you." He gives you a kiss on the cheek as he gets up. “Good night, love.”

You give him a sad smile. "G-good night, Draco."

The next day, you see them together again, laughing and holding hands. Your heart aches, but you push it aside, knowing that you'll be there for him the next time things fall apart. As much as it hurts, you can't abandon him, even if it means keeping your feelings for him bottled up.