Harry parted his lips to speak, and then regretted it, not even certain what he had intended to say. Rationally, Harry knew that this was a full fledged conversation; Draco needed no further explanation, and so, Harry could in good consciousness have turned around and left.<br/>And yet, no rational thought seemed to be present anywhere in his mind, effectively anchoring his feet to the kitchen floor. The longer Draco stayed silent, the louder his own heartbeat rung in his ears.<br/>Almost desperately, Harry blurted out an uncohesive: "Don't feel responsible."<br/>His words were abrupt, starting his sentence in the middle of an entire mental monologue and reasoning. As soon as he spoke, Harry's cheeks had flushed. "I'm not trying to put the blame on you."<br/>There was no way around the fact that Draco held his attention in a way Dante never had come close to, yet Harry wasn't foolish enough to believe that that meant he had any claim to him. His eyes were glued to Draco, desperately searching for anything that might give way for whatever was going through Draco's mind.<br/>After another hesitation, he continued, rushed but wanting to elaborate. "I don't expect anything, either. I've really enjoyed myself, but that doesn't have to mean anything at all. We can just pretend I never said anything."