"Draco. You - you're hurting me." She brought her hand up to grip tightly onto the forearm connected to the hand at her throat. She was looking into his eyes, willing him to let go, when she saw the change come over him. The crease between his brows that always signaled confusion, the bewilderment in the widening of his eyes as he finally seemed to register their position, the tears on her face. His gaze flicked down first to the hand clutching his arm, then to where his fingers were digging into the skin of her throat. What little color there was in his face drained completely as he released her, stumbling backwards.