Draco almost wished Ron had punched him. "Well we agree on one thing, anyway," he muttered, meaning, he didn't think he could do anything either. After all, his mother had tried - albeit quite naiively, and no one did anything but spit on her efforts. There was no point trying. There was a long pause. "But I am... sorry," he said, finally, feeling like he was squeezing his own hand in a vice with the amount of effort it took. "For almost killing you. I didn't want to kill anyone. Ever."