"Don’t be sorry - just believe me when I say, that even if all of your worst fears came true and at the end of all of this you decided you were wrong, and you didn’t have feelings for me - Draco, I’d get over it," Draco didn’t look like he believed him, "eventually," he added, "after lots of tears, and poems, and songs, and abstract self-portraits of me crying dramatically with a dragon flying away in the background - symbolism, you know," by the time he had finished, Draco had descended into reluctant, wet laughter, "but I would. Because I can’t lose you either," his smile trembled, and one of his own tears escaped, "not for anything. We can stop this, right here and now, and carry-on being friends. But Draco - I need you to realise - we’ve been crossing boundaries for months. Friends don’t treat each other the way that we do. For us to just be friends, we’d need to build boundaries and put ourselves firmly behind them. And if that’s what you want, then that’s okay,"