It was absolutely heartbreaking seeing Draco like this, and the fact that he was avoiding his eye was almost painful. Harry had never considered that a day would come where he'd be faced with such direct consequences of his actions, naive as that might have been, and he found himself being overwhelmed into silence.<br/>"You're not making me feel bad, I'm making myself feel bad," Harry muttered, wanting to argue against his innocence. After all, he had done this; he had actively used a spell against Draco that was intended to be used for an enemy. The thought of that alone made Harry's stomach turn.<br/>Without much thought, Harry moved his hands upwards on Draco's thighs. The touch was careful but as far as suggestive as possible, and soon Harry's forearms were resting against Draco's thighs, as Harry moved closer to him. His arms were draped around Draco's hips in a gentle, awkward embrace, as Harry yet again tried to catch Draco's eyes. "Draco, I am so sorry."