ver knew them, they can never disappoint. “I’m sorry, Draco.”

He reaches out to him, to try and pull him back, but Draco just barks out a laugh that he cuts off before it really gets started. “Merlin, Harry.” Draco smiles at him, tired but almost fond in a way. “I know. It’s okay.”

Harry just nods, because there is nothing he can say to that. And what would he say anyways? Another rendition of how this is not Draco’s fault, how Harry doesn’t blame him, how they are friends?

Because they aren’t friends, not really. This is not how you feel about a friend, this is not what you do tofort a friend when they are hurting and you are hopeless to help them. They stopped being just friends a long time ago, but none of that will help them with this.

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