A wave of relief hit Draco when Potter seemed to just accept his apology, not feeling the need to tell Draco that it wasn’t necessary or that he did bad things as well, or some other hero shit like that. It was very simple to Draco and he was glad that he got to get it at least somewhat off his chest, just so that Potter knew how he felt about the entire thing.<br/>The soft touch of Potter’s hand on his arm stung briefly, likely just from how unexpected it was to Draco. It was something that Draco had to conclude again and again, but the fact that he was becoming friends with Potter, genuine friends, kept absolutely boggling his mind. It wasn’t something that he would have ever thought to be possible and he kept wanting to pinch himself to make sure that it was real.<br/>“I know it’s probably a given, but I regret so many things that I turn you through and I want you to know that,” Draco explained, almost constantly feeling like he had to explain himself to Potter, but it came from a place of wanting Potter to understand him better and maybe wanting to understand Potter as well.