It all happened so quickly it almost made the room spin. Harry was evidently disoriented by the sudden change of mood, but as soon as he realized what Draco was saying, Harry took a slightly surprised step back; while they moments before had been touching, there was now a yard between them, and as Draco left the kitchen, the distance between them only became greater. Once again Harry couldn't help that terrible nauseating feeling of having done something wrong, and seeing how Draco avoided looking at him made it hard to breathe.<br/>"I-" he started, but he had no voice to continue the sentence. He had said to much this evening, but now he genuinely didn't know what to say; he wasn't sure what he had misinterpreted this gravely. It was as if Draco's words reached Harry delayed, and he couldn't form a sentence beyond an exhaled "yeah", but the word tasted so bitter he wasn't sure how it would be received.