Harry knew he fucked up as soon as Draco withdrew his arm, and that realization almost made Harry sick. He was momentarily afraid that Draco was about to leave when he stood, but to Harry's relief, the other moved to the kitchen instead of the door. Harry's instinct was to follow Draco, but he forced himself to remain seated for another second, giving Draco a moment to breathe.<br/>The longer Harry was seated, the harder it seemed to breathe and in a rather sudden motion, Harry finally stood. "I'm sorry," he said, only vaguely aware of<span style="font-style: italic">what</span>he was apologizing for, though he knew he was sorry. This time slower, Harry moved to the kitchen. His hand rested on the peninsula as Harry debated what an appropriate distance was.