"Just...stay. Please, Malfoy? I feel safer knowing I'm not alone, in this place," she admits, and watches his lips stutter apart as he hisses softly in surrender. "I know you won't hurt me, Malfoy. Not unless they - they force you to. And they're not here. I trust you, Malfoy." She can see some of the tension and self-loathing drain out of him as his shoulders relax beneath the white tee shirt, and he nods a silent assent.