"Why are you doing this?" Draco begged, dropping all pretense. "Why are you doing this Harry? This isn't the war anymore. I'm not your enemy. When did I ever say anything about keeping up appearances or not standing up for what was right? Where are you even getting that from? And I didn't even know about Savannah or anything, I haven't checked my damn journal. Whatever I did I'm sorry, but I don't understand."
He wasn't going to just walk away from this. Clearly what had seemed like a simple journal disagreement had meant a lot more to Harry, but Draco couldn't follow his logic and it was maddening. Did Harry even care about him at all, if he could say things like that? If he could throw everything they had away over something this trivial?