"Harry doesn’t...," Her voice started breaking. Something was finally making its way through the walls that she had built around herself. "Harry doesn’t hate anyone." Her breathing was laboured. "He’s a good man, it was... a misunderstanding." She clutched at her chest as tears filled her eyes. "And at any rate, Draco, I can’t. I can’t just get away with it this time. But you... should stay. It’s my..." She cried out, grabbing a handful of her hair. "My fault." She started hyperventilating. "My fault. Mine. Merlin, it hurts. The guilt. It’s... killing me... it’s..."