Departure

The tension in the room was palpable as Draco and (Y/N) stood locked in a battle of wills, their words laden with unspoken desires and simmering frustration. But as the seconds stretched on, it became clear that neither was willing to back down.

With a final flicker of defiance in her eyes, (Y/N) broke the stalemate, pushing past Draco and wrenching open the door with a forceful tug. The sound reverberated through the room, echoing in the silence that followed.

"Well, excuse me," she said coolly, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she fixed Draco with a pointed stare. "I have to attend my next class, Malfoy."

Draco's jaw clenched at her words, his pride wounded by her dismissal. But try as he might, he couldn't bring himself to stop her—not when her presence still lingered in the air, haunting him like a ghost from his past.

As (Y/N) swept out of the room, Draco was left standing alone in the empty classroom, his thoughts swirling with a tumult of emotions. He wanted to call out to her, to beg her to stay and continue their heated exchange. But the words caught in his throat, choked by the weight of his pride arrogance and stubbornness.

With a frustrated growl, Draco slammed his fist against the nearest wall, the sound echoing in the silence of the room. He knew that he had let her slip through his fingers once again, her absence leaving an ache in his chest that he couldn't shake.

But as he stood there in the empty classroom, the echoes of (Y/N)'s departure still ringing in his ears, Draco couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance for them—a chance to bridge the divide that separated them and find their way back to each other once more.