Draco left for redemption, and Harry couldn't bring himself to stand in his way. He doesn't tell him he misses him. He doesn't tell him he's drinking himself to oblivion. And he most definitely doesn't spend the next eight months sitting by the phone, waiting for the inevitable whisper - "Wait for me to come home."

Draco left for redemption, and Harry couldn't bring himself to stand in his way. He doesn't tell him he misses him. He doesn't tell him he's drinking himself to oblivion. And he most definitely doesn't spend the next eight months sitting by the phone, waiting for the inevitable whisper - "Wait for me to come home."

"Succorbentis?" Malfoy asked quietly, his face immediately hidden by that insufferable mask. "You have Succorbentis?" Silence. "You know it's an incredibly rare disease, right? You know it's incurable, right?" Silence. "...No wonder you're in denial." Ron/Hermione/Gryff Bashing