They hadn’t liked each other very much by the end of their time together. That was depressingly clear. But the end of them did not define them. It didn’t capture all of it. They had enjoyed each other’s company, at one time. Harry, with his irascible empathy and loyalty, his disarming good nature - even to those who didn’t quite deserve it - had once been as vital to Draco as oxygen. Without him, a part of Draco had inevitably asphyxiated.