Harry's mind raced, his emotions a jumbled mess. He had never expected this confrontation to take such a turn, to have his own actions thrown back at him with such ferocity. As he looked into Draco's furious eyes, he knew that he couldn't escape the truth any longer. The song, the emotions he had hidden (or didn't, it would seem), and the choices he had made were all coming to a head, demanding that he confront the complexities of his own heart. Harry paced and picked up his guitar in a vain attempt to anchor his shaken body to reality. 