Once again, Draco's words hit Harry like a punch in the gut, sending him spinning. It was absolutely discouraging and Harry almost tapped out. It was obvious that Draco had no interest in being here nor encourage Harry's apology; and honestly, Harry couldn't blame him.<br/>"No, of course not -" Harry muttered under his breath, lowering his eyes to his hands. He still nervously fidgetted with his fingers, too restless and uncomfortable to keep properly still. "I know everything has been aimed at you, and I'm so sorry about it. It's -" Harry inhaled, not knowing where the sentence was going to end "- it's not a reflection of you as a person, it's just me. You've done nothing wrong, I've just been terrible."<br/>Harry's eyes were still firmly aimed at the table, his heart feeling like it was going to beat out of his chest. Everything from this point forward was bound to be new and intimidating, and Harry just prayed he would actually get through this conversation.