Oh, don't be so melodramatic, you ponce!
Draco snarled angrily and fumbled with his cigarettes, pulling out yet another and sparking up. He had never hated himself more than he hated himself now. Sure, Harry and he had been having problems, but was cheating on him really the right thing to do?
I never do the 'right' thing, anyway.
Taking a long, shakey drag, a few angry tears ran down Draco's cheeks as a dawning realisation fell over him: Harry would never forgive him for this. Never. He had no one.
Somehow, turning and running off with the remaining Death Eaters seemed like such an appealing idea.