Harry sighed softly, getting up.
"Draco." He set his hands on Draco's shoulders platonic-ally--for show of course. So much of him wished to envelope the young man in a tight embrace--but he with-held.
Again.
"I love you." he said it very quietly. "I care, and I worry, and I wont let me ruin the fantastic life you've got destined ahead of you, okay? Maybe...maybe later, maybe later in our career here at Hogwarts, maybe after you've gone to work for the ministry, if we last that long. But not right now, we need to stay, quiet. Voldemor--" He paused, glancing at the door. "...You know who is on my tail, you know that better than anyone." He stared right at him. "And I know you do. And I can't...let you be known you're that kind of close to me. I /can't/. I'd never be able to live with myself if you got hurt because of me, alright? Just...promise me, you'll keep it quiet. Okay?"