Harry sniggered. "I love how humble you are. Ginny would love to hear that."
He took another sip, before putting the bottle down. He turned so he could face Draco. "This isn't about you, though. It's me. People around me- they die, or they get hurt. The only ones who have managed to put up with me all of these years are Hermione and Ron."
He cupped Draco's cheek. "I don't want to fuck you up, but I would, because I don't know how to live without a war. I don't know how to be without something to do." He ran his thumb over Draco's bottom lip. "This would be so easy, years in the making, but then there's tomorrow and the day after, and I would fuck it up. We're starting a new life, here. I don't know who I can be here, and I need to if there's any chance that I won't hurt you. So if you're looking for something more than sex, then we need to wait."