He sighed, releasing Harry only to carefully rebind his neck with a flick of his wand, before he returned his hold, and carefully pulled him closer so that Harry’s wrists were gripped against his chest. When Draco leant his head forwards and pressed their foreheads together, more rebellious tears spilled down his cheeks, "It’s not the same," Draco muttered against him, "It’s not the same and we both know it. I... I’m  sorry," Draco held him fast when Harry tried to recoil from him.