Draco: What exactly is the meaning of this?
Harry: We just- we won't be together anymore.
Draco: I am afraid I have no comprehension of such course of action. You will have to define it for me.
Draco: Noone has ever left me before, so please be so kind to explain the situation to me, Harry.
Harry: We won't see each other again. Maybe, except for some social gatherings, I guess.
Draco: Well, I perceive such a resolution highly inconvenient and unfit for such a prospering, outrageously happy couple.
Harry: Happy? Happy?! Are you mad, Draco? I am fucking miserable, can you not see that? This is- this-
Draco: You are delusional is what you are, this is not going to work anyway. This is ridiculous, Harry. We cannot possibly not see each other, I need you.
Harry: I- I will always be there for you if you need me. But we just cannot be together anymore. Not as a couple.
Draco: This is beyond preposterous for I cannot see why we must be breaking up. I need you, and you will be there for me, and you love me, and I do not allow you to start that truly exasperating speach of yours on how you will always love me yet cannot bear to remain in a relationship with me. We live together, for Merlin's sake, and we are desperately in love, and I will not hear a thing about it further.
Harry: God, can't you understand, Draco? We won't live together anymore, we cannot possibly- you cannot possibly-. I'm moving out today.
Draco: Harry- Harry, you have not though it through. You cannot leave me, I absolutely forbid you.
Harry: You're such a fucking hypocrite.
Draco: This is your house! I redecorated this shithole for you, I made this our home! I left my parents home for you, and what would they say if they heard about this? You cannot possibly leave me alone here, the house belongs to you! Remember why you even wanted to stay here? Now you are willing to leave your treasured memories of Sirius for nothing? For some minor issues that are not even pose any problem after all? This is ridiculously unreasonable of you to even entertain this thought.
Harry: I will move out temporarily. You will have some time to pack up your things and find a new place to live. It will give you time you need, I can wait as long as I must.
Draco: Leave?! You cannot be seriously asking me to vacate the premises of the home we have spent so many precious years together! Harry. Harry, please, you have not given this sufficient thought, this is not the way for us to move forward.
Harry: This is the end, Draco. I- I already have my things, Ron's waiting for me.
Draco: Oh, I see how it is, your best pal must be extatic to have you back from the clutches of your temperamental boyfriend. He could not simply wait to see this union falter.
Harry: Jesus fucking Christ, Draco.
Draco: No! I absolutely forbid this! We both live here, we stay here, together, we love, and we- we are together.
Harry: How funny, eh, Draco? Love. Who do you love, Draco?
Draco: This is beneath you, Harry. Of course, I love you, who else could there ever be?
Harry: You love only one person in this world, Draco, and it's not me.
Draco: Looking out for oneself is natural! It's self preservation! How many years have I spent trying to teach you that?
Harry: I'm not getting into this discussion with you again. I'm done, Draco, just done. Send me an owl when you're ready to move.
Draco: No. No, no, no. Do you hear me, Potter, no! I won't leave, I will never leave, and neither will you. You will stay here, you will love me, we will be happy, and I will never hear such malevolently preposterous claim ever again!
Harry: Stop it! Just stop it! Stop hiding behind your posh accent and sophisticated language, or your parents, or your fucking made up naiveté! This is over!
Draco: Relationship is a two-way agreement,Harry, and cannot be broken just because you you decided otherwise.
Harry: You are fucking driving me insane, do you understand that? I cannot take this anymore, do you think I'm happy about this? You are the love of my fucking life and it's fucking killing me saying this to you, but this is over! You broke me, I am a broken man, can you not see? I have to find a way to piece myself together, especially without you, chipping away more than I manage to glue back.
Draco: But I'm yours. You chose me, and I gave myself to you. I'm yours.
Harry: And I can't take you anymore.