Harry took his wand as soon as it was left on the bed, and put it away. Not that there was any risk of his forgetting it, but seeing it pointed at him had made Harry very uncomfortable. He was possessive of his wand, which felt like an extension of his own arm, and he needed to reclaim it before he could listen to what Draco had to say.
Draco's words almost didn't make sense. Was he complimenting him? That didn't seem likely, or even possible, and yet...
"Thank you," Harry said, his voice almost hooded. He had meant to change the memory, since that was what Draco wanted, but seeing himself in that light, even... Harry hadn't liked it. Not a bit. If that was the man that he had to become in order to satisfy the Ministry... he didn't want any part of it. Was it possible, he wondered, to become that person, if you kept modifying your memories for someone else's benefit?
"Draco." He stalled. He wanted to say something, but what could he say? Harry had no doubt that what he had just seen had affected Draco at least as much as it had affected him. "I'm sorry."