It would have been easier, Harry thought, to blame Draco. To throw the man to the floor and scream and shout in his face and fire condemnation in his direction. He wondered if he would have done that when he was actually fourteen? Maybe. He thought vaguely of when he’d blamed Hermione for weeks about his firebolt being confiscated. It would have been easier - but that’s not what he did. He held Draco tighter to him and tried to fight his tears back enough to speak.