"Let me in. I have to – I have to..." Draco stuttered to a halt – he had lost the ability to even speak with the force of his vibrating urgency and panic, and he just stared at Shacklebolt, his pale eyes to the older man's dark ones, and he didn't look away, didn't blink. Just held those dark eyes, pleading with the man. It was Shacklebolt who dropped his gaze after several seconds that seemed to stretch out over eons, and it was Shacklebolt who caved.