"You deserve better, I know you do. But I’m hoping and praying that you’ll except less than that - because I love you," a small involuntary gasp worked its way past Harry’s lips, and the tears he’d been fighting back spilled over. Draco encouraged him closer, carefully releasing his wrists and leaning their foreheads back together, "I love you," he whispered against him, "I love you, Harry Potter. So. Fucking. Much.