the bridge shakes with the force of his fist. There is the sound of blood rushing in his ears and he is light-headed with anger, at Draco for being such a dick, and at himself for still being so affected by him.

There is a look of shock on Draco’s face, as if he hadn’t expected Harry to get so angry like that, but Harry doesn’t care anymore. If Draco wants to be a git, then fine.

He grits his teeth and walks away, before he can do anything else that he might regret later. “I don’t even know why I keep trying. I’m done, Malfoy. I hope you’re happy.”

And he leaves, stomps his way through the bridge and back to the clock tower courtyard, hands shaking and heart beating furiously in his chest.

And behind him, he doesn’t see Draco fall to the floor, bury his face in his hands, and mutter with a sad, shaky laugh:

“Damn it, Potter. Why didn’t you punch me?”

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