Her throat closes up, resisting the saliva she's continuously trying to swallow to get rid of the dryness. Draco's face remains the same- in place. It's a disguise, but his eyes are strained with guilt because he feels hopeless that he can't do anything this time. She refuses to faint and let her lightheadedness get the best- like it always does. Because now she needs to be strong. For him, she tells herself. And it turns into a mantra.