Hermione lost her patience, "Come  on,  Ron!" and she grabbed him by the wrist and tugged him from the room. Harry shook his head in amusement, not sure how to feel about Hermione’s obvious attempt to give him and Draco alone time. "Embarrassed’ was the only emotion he could truly decide on. He wasn’t blind - he’d noticed how Draco sometimes blushed around him, how his gaze sometimes lingered on Harry’s lips, and how quickly he had rushed to Harry’s side earlier. Draco definitely felt something for him, he’d decided. But equally, there was something holding him back - something, maybe, that he didn’t feel in quite the same way that Harry did. And that was okay. Harry didn’t need anything from him, and he felt lucky just to call him his friend, and if that was all they would ever be, he would get over it. Friends, or more, or not, Draco would still forever be the most important person in Harry’s life. How could he not be?