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Trust
"Mr. Malfoy, can you stand?"
Draco looked up at him with panicked, liquid eyes. Severus stared back impassively.
Draco seemed to understand. He nodded once, curtly, and got painfully to his feet. Something in Severus' chest spasmed and seized. The trust in Draco's eyes nearly undid him.
"I'm fine, sir." Draco's voice was hoarse and his hands trembled. Severus suppressed the urge to go for the Potter boy's throat.