Draco was still so tense, worried. Not that he thought Harry was lying to him, but he wasn't sure that he could trust anyone else in the world. Nor could he trust them not to use Harry against his will, even if he couldn't sense anything around his favorite mate, and first love. Only love, if he was honest.

"Why would she end things, Harry. She's spent her life trying to join your families. Why would she change her mind now?"

And he couldn't believe that it was possible that she was just let Harry go. Leaving him had been the hardest thing that Draco had ever done.