"You're right. I know it's useless to worry about that now, but it's always stayed with me. If I could forget that, what else can I forget." No one else seemed to understand why he was so obsessed with that. Maybe Ron and Hermione. They were good at understanding what he felt even when it made no sense.
At least they were agreeing on something, but then Draco was going on about how different this would be. "Her name is Ginny, and how do you know that it'll be different. You don't even know what the deal breakers were."
Harry sighed. "It's really not her fault, Draco. I worked so hard I drank. I lost control of my magic. I almost hurt her. That was the breaking point, but I fucked up before that. She barely saw me for days, weeks at times. And I always had time for Ron and Hermione, because- They are what keeps me sane."