Harry’s brain stuttered to a halt, and he found himself unable to look away from Draco’s furious eyes. He took a shuddering breath, and tried to speak, "I... uh, no," he admitted, "it’s not. I’m sorry. I didn’t say it before - I should have done. I’m sorry. You deserved to know - it affected both of us. You deserved the choice," he tore his gaze away to glance around the room, "I... ah, never mind. I’m sorry - I shouldn’t be putting this on you," emotion squeezed at Harry’s throat, and tears pricked at the corner of his eyes, "I’ll just... I’ll just go. I’m sorry to bother you," he turned to leave, but Draco was suddenly in front of him, his hands gripping tightly around Harry’s wrists.