"I think you need to be kinder to yourself," Harry cautiously pressed closer and stroked a hand down Draco’s back, "You’re nothing like that other man. Do you think he was crying like this over the prospect of having feelings for someone other than his wife?" Draco shook his head, "No. He wasn’t. You’re not betraying her, Draco. And I need you to understand - that this, the way we feel about each other - it doesn’t have to go anywhere," Draco looked up at him in surprise, "I mean it - it’s killing me, the pain you’re in over the idea of us being involved," he grimaced slightly.