Harry smiled weakly at his mentor, knowing that it had pained him greatly to make that admission about Neville, but also knowing that he was right about everything else. Harry needed to suck it up, get over his fear, and bury the hatchet with Draco. It was a start at least, and even if the other boy never knew how Harry felt, at least they could be friends. He also knew that it was time to leave Ron behind. He was never going to support Harry. The boy couldn't even look at Harry any more without showing his disgust.