Draco regretted his decision to end things more in that moment than he ever had. They fitted together so well, the two of them. Maybe they should just desperately scrabble for whatever time they had left together, and face the consequences when they came. But Draco was stubborn, and he’d made his choice – he wasn’t going to go back on it now. He’d made the right decision, or so he told himself. Trying to believe it. Luckily – he told himself – just as his certainty was wavering,