It was a challenge not to snap back. The idea of Harry crying would always make Draco’s gut clench, but right now his knee jerk reaction was that Harry had brought it on himself. He felt like he was torn in two - the half that was still furious and hurting, and the half that desperately wanted to protect Harry from the world. He settled on a biting politeness, "Harry and I both made mistakes," Ginny’s nostril’s flared, "He’s not the only one who spent most of the night crying in bed," he admitted reluctantly; Ginny’s wand lowered a fraction, but her expression didn’t soften, "I’m trying to find Harry - he didn’t come to the match?"