He didn't mean it. Any of it. He was just drunk and upset and broken. Because the only person he fucking cared about was about to die, and he was trying to find peace with himself, but he couldn't. He never can. Because she was there. Fucking Granger was there and he lost control. Draco wanted someone to feel at least something, a small part of what he felt at that moment. That bloody moment ruined everything. Ruined him. Parted his soul and he doubted that it was possible to put it back together.