Draco was more nervous than he was.wiing to let on. He was used to speaking his mind and saying screw the consequences. But this time he actually cared. A lot. He liked spending time with Potter. He didn't want to have fucked it all up before they'd gotten the chance to even try whatever this was. So he followed Harry up to his rooms and sat beside him on the couch. Not touching, but close. Just enough space to make sure Potter didn't feel crowded.
"Right. Straight to business then." He crossed one leg over the other and leaned forward.
"I've had some time to think about what I wrote you, and I think I didn't represent myself as well as I could have. Looking at it objectively I can see why you freaked out. I made it seem like I've been obsessively in love with you for a decade. Obsessed, alright, I won't lie about that. Would be pointless anyway, it's not like you didn't already know that. Still, I'll admit that what I fancied, the person I was obsessed with, he wasn't you. Exactly. Well, he was, but he wasn't. I'm not explaining this well."
He shifted awkwardly. This all made a lot more sense in his head.
"I was obsessed with the person I thought you were. And I fell for the hero who got me out of prison. I still feel those things for you, but I also realize that you're a lot more than the kid I knew or the man I invented in my head. I want to get to know you. The real you. Good and bad. All of it. I want us to figure out who we are now, without having to rely on who we were then. Does this make sense at all? Even a little? Maybe?