"You're not a Death Eater, Draco. Stop saying you are," Harry said, elbowing him. 
                              
"Oww... I just... she'll really be okay with me?"
                              
"She will. Calm down."
                              
"Easy for you, Savior of the World," Draco huffed, but he relaxed, sinking further into Harry's pillow.
                              
Harry breathed deeply and his head dropped into the pillow next to Draco. "Nothing's easy for me."
                              
Draco didn't reply back, he seemed content to just lie next to him, but Harry could tell he was nervous. He'd been worried about Draco's breakdown earlier. He was still coming to terms with his sexuality and worse dealing with his current mental state. Draco was in a bad place and Harry didn't want to leave him alone for a second. He waited until Draco was ready to talk. They had time.
                              
"Harry... do you..." Draco trailed off.
                              
Harry looked at him. "What?"
                              
"Do you miss your friends?" he asked.
                              
Harry tightened up at the sudden question. He certainly hadn't been expecting that. "I guess. Hermione more than Ron at this point. Why are you asking? This isn't your fault. None of it is."
                              
"That's a stupid thing to say. Even if Ron wasn't being stubborn about it, I still did all those things to him. I purposely tormented him. I was such an asshole and it's no wonder he hates me."
                              
"You were in a dark place. Your dad was hurting you for years."
                              
"Does that really excuse my conduct?"
                              
"You were a kid, you can cut yourself some slack."
                              
"I don't think I can. I hurt him and I enjoyed it."
                              
"You aren't going to do it anymore, are you?"
                              
"No! Of course not..." Draco said quickly and Harry nodded. "But there are consequences for my actions."
                              
"Draco, you've been through enough."
                              
"Ron was right. He's owed."
                              
"No! No... you don't owe anything, Draco. Ron is just being a dick."
                              
"Maybe, but he's entitled to his revenge."
                              
"Damnit Draco. This isn't how the world works. Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth? No! That's not right. Revenge is not... necessary to equal out things. It's wrong actually, the exact opposite of the right thing. He should be the better man in this."
                              
"If I understood him, he was just going to enjoy my downfall in status. He can do that."
                              
"Draco... why did you bring this up? You think I'm going to let anything happen to you?"
                              
"You can't stop it, Harry. You can't protect me everywhere... at all times. Ron isn't the only one that's owed their pound of flesh."
                              
Harry paled. "You can stop them."
                              
"I couldn't stop them before I had restrictions on what I can do."
                              
"You can defend yourself."
                              
"Yeah right... I can't go back, Harry. I can't go back... it'll crush me," Draco said, tears forming.
                              
"I won't let you go back."
                              
"They'll be looking for anything Harry... anything... to send me back. I won't risk it."
                              
"Okay... I'll just...."
                              
"You'll let them do whatever they do."
                              
"No, I won't do that."