"Ah yes," Draco cleared his throat, standing up straight, and Harry could almost see his future self in his tight posture, "I wanted to see you - but there’s something I must do first," his eyes flicked between Ron and Hermione, "Weasley, Granger - I want to apologise," they exchanged a startled glance, "I have been a bigot, and a bully these last four years. My conduct has been, quite frankly, abysmal, and I owe you a million apologies for a million wrongs I have committed against you, and your families. And so - I apologise; but I do not expect you to accept my apology and I understand why. I can only hope that you will allow me to demonstrate my sincere regret for the awful person I have been and allow me to make amends, and will perhaps one day in the future consider accepting my apology, even if I am not forgiven." Draco was gradually becoming more stiff and more formal the longer he spoke, and Harry half expected him to clack his heels together and salute at the end of his speech.