Raspberry White Mocha Latte

"Harry, where is he?" Her voice was shrill and her heart flittered painfully. Harry sighed and met her eyes, his own filled with unshed tears. Her heart shattered before he even spoke. "He didn't make it." His voice broke. The paper cup fell from her fingers and light pink, foamy coffee splattered all over the floor, soaking her white trainers. / Dramione, M for sexual content, EWE