The surprise Harry saw in Draco’s expression felt like a punch in the gut, feeling terrible for not allowing Draco to have a say. Harry had allowed Draco to dictate the conditions of his life for the past four months, and as time went on, Harry found it more and more difficult to see sense in his isolation, considering how little progress they had made between them.<br/>He didn’t feel like he could have that conversation with Draco.<br/>“Next Friday,” Harry eventually admitted. The decisiveness of his intention deflated at each question Draco asked, struck with a sense of having disappointed Draco.<br/>Harry parted his lips, halfway an intention of retracting his statement. He didn’t, though, only glancing down at the spoon pinched between his fingers, Hermione’s insistence for him to return to his life present in the back of his mind. “Ideally before that, though.”