Draco's presence was a tempest in Harry's world. As Draco knelt before him, and when their eyes locked, it felt like the storm was finally subsiding. Their foreheads touched, the heat of their breath mingling as Draco's voice trembled with remorse. "I'm sorry, Harry," he whispered, an echo of his turbulent past. "For everything... for the cruel words I've wielded against you, for the physical wounds I've inflicted."