"Okay," Harry breathed, holding his hands up in surrender; he was vaguely aware of the wide eyes fixed on them. Malfoy’s chest was heaving and his eyes were wild; not angry —frantic and upset. Malfoy was still scared. "Okay. I’m sorry, Malfoy. Truly. I’ll try to be more careful, alright?" But he wasn’t scared of Harry. And for a moment, Harry was sure Malfoy wasn’t ever scared of him.