Draco’s bottom lip was suddenly trembling, and to Harry’s alarm he was crying silently and shaking his head, "I’m sorry," his voice was thick with emotion now, and he snatched Harry’s hand into his, "I’m sorry - it’s just... you deserve so much better," Harry resisted the urge to interrupt, and instead waited for Draco to keep talking, "Your feelings aren’t a complication - mine are," the strong grip on Harry’s hand relaxed slightly, and Draco’s eyes fixed themselves on where his thumb was gently stroking the back of Harry’s fingers, "I just... I think about you all the time... but I don’t know what I want. I miss Astoria so much. I still love her so much - but half my thoughts are occupied with you," he was the picture of misery, and Harry tried to be unaffected by the knowledge that Draco’s feelings for him brought him this much pain, "I just...I can’t...," his pleading eyes met Harry’s.